#anyways i just think that sero cares about becoming a pro hero and worries about it just as much as his more popular classmates ok? ☹️☹️☹️

[monkeydlesbian]

— STRANGERS • sero hanta x reader

some of the best conversations are held in the dead of night

word count: 1.5k

warnings: third year au!! fluff, making out & heavy petting sorta, the making/eating of food, brief feelings of anxiety/insecurity, sero being himself

a/n: Happy Birfday King! i hope u get some soft loving today <3 love u bestie,, anyways the end seems kind of rushed but i hope u enjoy!

The kitchen is cool where you stand.

There’s an air vent right underneath the stove that blows directly onto your feet, and right now you’re more than grateful for the existence of slippers.

The ingredients for the Yakimeshi have finally been prepped, and you hiss at the loud sizzling they make when it all hits the wok.

It’s three in the morning; an ungodly hour to be awake at, and nobody else is up.

Nobody except for you, and apparently the tall, black haired now Pro-Hero who slaps a large hand onto your shoulder, causing you to jump and nearly sling the wok off of the hot burner.

“What’re you doin’ up this late?” Sero asks, walking to stand beside you and leaning up against the counter. He gives you a once over and then looks to the Yakimeshi, nodding with raised eyebrows in approval. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Getting scared shitless by one of my classmates, apparently,” you snark lightheartedly, earning you a giggle. “And why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Sero replies simply.

You nod, turning back to the wok on the burner as you stir the rice. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence after that, with you stirring and Sero watching. He’s hunched over a little, watching your movement with an elbow on the counter and his hip jutted out.

After about another minute of stirring and flipping the rice, you elbow him softly in the ribs, “make yourself useful and get some bowls, will you?”

It’s his turn to narrow his eyes but he steps away from the counter anyway, turning around to grab two bowls from the cabinet.

You fall into a brief silence again as you turn the burner off, moving the Yakimeshi around in the wok one last time before splitting the dish into the bowls.

“We’re graduating soon,” Sero says suddenly, grabbing two pairs of chopsticks from the drawer and turning back to you. He holds one up in front of you and you take it up graciously, finally digging into the stir fry. “Are you nervous?”

“Ish dat why you canf shleep?” You question through a mouthful of rice. You chew for a couple seconds and then swallow, “you’re nervous?”

He laughs at the curious tilt of your head and the grains of rice at the corner of your mouth. Using his thumb, he wipes away the rice with a toothy grin, “kinda, I guess. We’re about to be real Pro-Heroes.”

You clear your throat, cheeks warm, “in that case, yeah, I’m a little nervous.”

His eyes widen just a hair before he nods in understanding, digging into his own bowl of Yakimeshi. You take the way he stuffs his mouth full of rice as a hint to continue,

“I don’t think we have to be nervous, though.”

There's a beat of silence before he swallows. “Why’s that?”

You take a second to think, setting your nearly finished bowl down onto the counter beside you.

“We’re strong.” Is what you settle on finally, straightening yourself up as you look him in the eyes. “We’re strong, and we have each other.”

Sero smiles, and nods again with a small laugh, “I can’t really argue with that.”

“You’re a great hero already, Sero,” you say, sliding your slipper-clad feet across the linoleum to stand beside him. You lean your head on his shoulder; he stiffens a little.

“How—,“ he takes a breath, “how do you know that?”

You laugh, and that’s when he finally relaxes. His shoulders soften and cushion your head much better now. He sets his bowl down on the counter beside him.

“Well, for one, you’re great with kids,” you start off honestly, “every good hero has to be great with kids.”

“You think so?” He asks softly, looking down at the top of your head on his shoulder.

“I know so.” You confirm for him. “You’re also strong. Physically, that is. You have really nice arms, Sero.”

He barks a laugh, a sound far too loud for this late at night when everyone else is asleep. You shush him, playfully hitting his arm as you break into a fit of quiet giggles yourself.

“Thank you,” he says once the two of you have quieted down. There's a confused pinch to your brows as you straighten up and place your chin on his shoulder to look up at him through your lashes. He meets your curious stare and smiles.

“Thanks for saying I’m a great hero, I mean,” he clarifies, clearing his throat. You smile up at him, a sight that makes him a little nervous. It makes his heart beat a little faster and his chest feel… funny. Funny is just about the only word he can use to describe it, he reckons.

“Of course,” you say earnestly. You step away for a brief moment, straightening yourself up beside him only to move towards the sink to clean up.

He doesn’t let you get too far.

Wrapping a large, warm hand around your wrist, he tugs you back to him gently until you’re face to face. He looks tired; there are faint dark circles under his eyes and they look a little bloodshot, too.

You whisper his name, your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you squeeze the hand that eventually slipped down to grasp your own. He says yours back with a smile.

“I like you— a lot, actually,” he says, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek. “So please don’t become a stranger.”

His confession doesn’t necessarily surprise you, especially not with the way he looks at you right now, but your heart jolts despite everything.

You let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck. One of your hands finds its way into the hair at the nape of his neck, scratching softly. Sero shivers under your touch.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask him, laughing a little after his eyes widen at the question. He nods, a little excitedly, and tilts his head to the side to meet his lips with yours.

He smiles into the kiss, and you find it hard not to do the same. Large, warm hands make themselves at home at the curve of your waist, running slowly up and down. They move everywhere, from your lower back to the center of your spine, feeling as much of you as he can before he can’t feel you anymore, at least not for a while.

Your lips hover over each other for a second, at most a centimeter away, before they meet again. His tongue now pokes at your bottom lip, timidly asking for permission to go further and you comply, opening wider to let his tongue mingle with your own.

A surprised sound crawls its way up your throat and into Sero’s mouth when his hands grip your waist tighter, spinning the two of you around until it’s you who’s backed up against the counter. You shift and hop up onto the marble, nipping at Sero’s bottom lip as you wrap your legs around his hips, dragging him in closer to you.

He moans softly against your mouth, the movement of his hands and lips slowing to a halt before things could escalate. He pulls away then, taking in your pouted lips and hazy eyes. His mouth splits into a grin and he wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling at the way your palm hits his chest and the breathy ‘shut up’ that leaves your lips.

“I take it you like me back?” He teases, his grin turning into a full blown smile when you roll your eyes, trying to fight a smile of your own.

“No, actually,” you quip sarcastically, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek, “I hate your guts.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, squeezing your hips, “that why your tongue was down my throat two minutes ago?”

You’re the one that’s laughing now as you playfully shove him off of you, making your way to the sink to finally clean up. And to separate yourself from him so he can’t comment on the heat radiating from your cheeks.

His words from before hit you after you turn the water on and start rinsing the bowls out. A second passes before his arms wrap around your waist and his warm chest presses against your back. It’s almost natural, him up against you like this as you do the dishes; like you’ve both done it a thousand times.

Becoming strangers. What a funny possibility for two people like this, don’t you think? You can’t really imagine a time where you and Sero weren’t close. And now? His concern about you both drifting apart after UA seems like a drop in the bucket compared to the other things you both are bound to face within the next few years.

You smile to yourself. Growing up is scary, becoming a full fledged Pro-Hero is scary, but it’s comforting to know that you’re not alone. You will never be alone. Not in your anxieties, your fears, and even in your joys.

Sero leans down to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

He’s scared, but he finds he isn’t alone.

[planetsano]

you hooked up with his friend.

SYNOPSIS 𖦹 he finds you out you hooked up with his friend before you started a relationship.

WARNINGS 𖦹 suggestive. jealousy. asterisk represents pro hero timeskip.

CHARACTERS 𖦹 bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and denki.

*BAKUGOU — pretends not to care in the moment but it's painfully obvious that he feels some type of way. It'll probably turn into a huge argument because he doesn't think before he speaks and you're both petty.

"Katsuki, are you seriously upset right now?" You look over at your husband's grip on the stirring wheel so harsh that his knuckles turned white. He stayed silent, only pressing his foot against the gas harder.

"Oh my god, we were in high school! And besides, it happened before we started dating-" You started, but he cut you off.

"Can you just- shut the fuck up for a second? I'm still trying to wrap my head around getting Kirishima's sloppy seconds." He spits. Your heart drops in your chest but that hurt is quickly replaced with anger.

"You're a fucking asshole. Stop the car." You state while gathering your purse and coat. To your surprise his actually does, and pulls into an empty parking lot.

"Where the fuck are you gonna go?" Bakugou asks watching you get out the car.

"To Kiri's house." You slammed the door in his face.

KIRISHIMA — is actually really hurt but he doesn’t let it show.

"Never have I ever... hooked up with more than one person playing this game." Mina says with a giggle.

You and Bakugou exchange an awkward glance at her words before putting down a finger. The little exchange between you two, plus the fact that you both put a finger down didn't go unnoticed by the group, especially your boyfriend sitting right next to you.

"Woah, babe- what?" Kirishima looked at you with furrowed brows. He was upset.

"It was a long time ago, Kiri. Way before we started dating." You say softly.

"Yeah, relax, dumbass. There weren't any feelings involved anyway." Bakugou grumbled.

"Ooo, so like friends with benefits?" Denki chimed in.

"Kaminari, read the room." Sero added,

After that the vibe was kind of ruined. Kiri almost didn't want to walk you to your dorm but he did anyway. He didn't hold your hand or speak to you the entire way, though.

TODOROKI — takes it the best out of everyone. He just wishes he knew sooner. Now be understands why Midoriya seemed so flustered when he found out you guys were about to make things official.

"Are you mad at me, Sho?" Your arms wrap around his waist as you look up at him with a worried look.

"No, I just would've liked to know sooner." Todoroki says and chuckles.

"What is it?" You ask and tilt your head.

"When I told Midoriya we were becoming serious, he seemed weird. But I see why now." He says.

Healthy and secure relationship. 10/10.

*MIDORIYA — is jealous but he suppresses it behind that sweet and innocent exterior of his. A different side of him comes out that you've never really seen.

You really didn't know how your past with Todoroki got brought up but it did. Maybe it was the influence of wine, champagne, old friends.

"Huh, Todoroki? That's funny.." Midoriya's jaw visibly locks but he's still smiling. You already know something is off.

"Zuku? Are you okay?" You reach up and touch his jaw, he only looks at you with a smile before leaning into your ear.

"When we get home, I want you to tell me who fucks you better." He says against your ear. He pulls away from you and he still has that pretty smile. He excuses himself from the group and goes to mingle with the other pro heroes in attendance at the gala.

DENKI — is similar to Bakugou in the way he acts like he doesn't care, but he really does and he's terrible at hiding his feelings. He'd also feel a little insecure depending on who the person was.

"So... Bakugou?" Denki asks looking down at his text book. Frankly, it was the only thing on his mind since he found out the night before in the common room.

"Denki, I promise it was a one time thing. We were drunk, babe." You clo

"Yeah, I know but still... he's so much different than from me. Are you sure you ended up with the right guy?"

All you do is kiss him, enjoying the way his physically melts into your touch. You pull away and rest your forehead on his.

"I love you, and only you. Don't ever say things like that again." You peck his lips one more time.

✨ reassurance sex ensues ✨

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Number One Dad

Yagi Toshinori/All Might x gn!reader (familial/Dad Might)

Idk why I had a thing for writing dad fics but I am honestly not complaining (other than it's old writing so it's cringe /j)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 823

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"I am here!" a very dramatic voice called, sliding from a side room to the hallway, directly in your path. "With lunch!" The number one hero, All Might, turned to you in your small group of friends that consisted of Sero and Ashido, and held out a small brown paper bag.

"Oh, ah, thanks," you stammered. You awkwardly took the bag, keeping your head down as you walked around your pro hero father to avoid your friends' weird looks.

"What was that all about?" Ashido asked, yellow eyes looking back at All Might who walked back into the teacher lounge with that same grin stuck on his face.

"Yeah," agreed Sero, "and why did he give you a lunch?"

God, this was embarrassing. You knew he didn't mean anything by it, and it was a nice gesture, but nobody except for the teachers knew you were the child of the number one hero. You wracked your brain for an excuse, face red with embarrassment as you tried to pull yourself together.

"Oh, u-um, I must have forgotten it in his class earlier," you lied. If you gripped the paper bag any tighter it would tear right in half, you were sure. "It was nice for him to return it, huh?"

Ugh, jeez, why did your voice have to crack right at the end too? You just wanted to hide and never see the light of day again.

"Yeah, that was nice of him!" the pink haired girl agreed, seemingly oblivious.

"What else could you expect from the number one hero, All Might?" Sero added on, running ahead and turning around just to pose like your dad.

God your friends were so dumb. But, right now, it was a life saver.

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"How was your bento?" your dad asked curiously, his eyes following you excitedly to hear your answer. He was now in his small form, no longer the extremely buff hero, but a scrawny, seemingly innocuous guy.

"It was really good, dad, but did you have to give it to me in front of my friends?" When you turned to look at him, he seemed downtrodden at the idea that he couldn't give you something in front of the rest of the class. "N-Not that it's a bad thing! It's just... no one knows you're my dad. So when you give me things, it looks more like teacher favoritism than anything else."

He nodded, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't think about it that way," he muttered.

It was quiet for a few minutes as you put your school stuff away and got changed. But when you came back to the living room, he was sitting on the couch with a finger on his chin, thinking through everything he had done that made it seem like he was playing favorites with his class.

He'd done really well not giving you any special treatment in his class, which you appreciated. You wanted to become a hero and you couldn't do that if you were being held back, kept from your true potential. On the other hand, he wasn't very good at hiding his worry when you'd get a little scratch or bruise from training. It was all part of the job, he knew, but seeing his kid hurt hurt him.

You sat down next to him, leaning forward to see his face hidden behind his long bangs. "Dad, it's okay really," you said, voice quiet to not startle him too much. "I just know that you want to keep the fact I'm your kid a secret, but that just means being more careful about how you treat me in front of my friends at school."

Not even Deku knew about it. Of course, you knew your father transferred his power to him. You didn't mind; One For All sounded like a heavy burden and you wouldn't be able to carry it as well as Izuku did. Besides, you had a quirk derived from your mother's, so it kinda worked out anyway.

All Might sighed, looking at you from hollowed eye sockets. Of course, you were right. He had been a little careless, too worried about Deku and All For One coming back to power, he didn't even think about exposing you to the rest of the school or even the world should news get out.

"I just want to protect you."

You smiled at him. "I know, but I'm not a little kid anymore. I've learned how to protect myself, and my friends, too," you told him. "No matter what, I'll always be your kid. And I know you'll always have my back, dad."

He slowly grinned. It looked odd in this form, but it suited him just as much. You jumped up from the couch, hand in the air in a mighty stance.

"Now come on, Small Might, we have dinner to cook!"

"I told you not to call me that!"

[duckugou]

watermelon sugar (NSFW)

Denki x Fem!Reader

Cw: use of the word cunt, sex under the influence, unprotected sex, weed usage, drinking, oral (fem recieving), creampie, only aftercare is a blanket LMAOOO, general grossness at the end

Ill be honest its not my best lmao sorry- leave my mistakes and plot holes as replies and ill fix it-

WATERMELON SUGAR - HARRY STYLES

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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The music in the club was loud and the air was filled with laughter and the smell of booze. Denki’s small group of close friends met here frequently after hard weeks- drinking and venting in a place loud enough to carry their complaints away with the music. Walking up to the table his friends gathered around in VIP, Denki avoided bumping into any strangers, pushing through the crowd as quick as he could, knowing full well he was going to get an ear full for being late as it is.

"Yer late, dumbass." Bakugou growled, sliding a glass of Denkis favorite alcohol to him from across the table.

"Sorry sorry! Got caught up in fuckin' paperwork." He sighed an apology, taking a swig from the glass.

"Its okay, Bakugou is dramatic." Kirishima patted the electric hero on his back, chuckling.

"Glad ya made it." Sero offered, already feeling his head becoming fuzzy from drinking. He'd had a tough week.

tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' and it sounds just like a song

Glancing around, Denki looked at all the people on this side of the red velvet rope. He saw fellow heroes, sidekicks, and generally important people in the community. VIP was generally more lax and tame- the lack of fans and trouble makers making easier for pro heroes to destress. It also made it easier for certain pros to smoke as they pleased.

A song change made Kirishima hop up, grabbing Bakugou by the arm and dragging him out to the dance floor.

"Jesus christ, shitty hair." He grumbled, but went with him anyway.

Sero looked at Denki, smiling lightly at him "You had a stressful day too, Denks?"

"Yeah- just so much shit happening. Dont wanna think about it- I need another drink." He sighed, standing up.

"Cheers to that!" Sero slumped in his seat, letting his brain fog over, looking at his phone. He would probably end up texting someone something stupid, but Denki wasn't too worried.

Walking past the ropes, he stepped onto the floor flooded with people. Pushing through, he spotted an empty spot at the bar and made a beeline for it. It just happened to be a spot next to a pretty girl- not that he was complaining.

Ordering his drink, Denki took another look around the crowded bar, seeing Kirishima dancing on a reluctant-but-into-it Bakugou.

i want more berries and that summer feelin' it's so wonderful and warm

"Here ya go." The bartender said, putting Denki's glass down just out of his reach and walking away.

"Thanks. Dickhead." He muttered, standing up slightly, reaching over for his drink. He didnt realize how close your glass was, however, and bumped it on the journey to his own.

"Shit!" You exclaimed at the same time as him, both grabbing your drink before it knocked over.

"Sorry!" He said, taking his hand off and reaching for his own.

"Youre fine- bartender shouldve set it closer. Hes too busy to care it seems." You scoffed, turning towards the stranger. You quickly began admiring his blonde hair and the black lighting bolt in the midst of it. His eyes found yours and you both smiled. "I'm Y/n."

"I'm Denki." He cheersed your glass in an awkward way and you both laughed, taking a sip.

Before he could say anything else, a girl came over, draping her drunken self on his shoulders.

"Oh my GOD YOURE CHARGEBOLT! Youre so hot take me home-" She was cut off by another girl, pulling her off the hero.

"Im so sorry about her, thank you for all that you do, sir." The sober friend said, dragging her buddy away, ignoring her cries of Denki being her soulmate.

"Wow- youre uh. Popular?" You chuckled, making Denki turn red.

"Yeah- uh. Hero. Usually I'm in the VIP part but needed a drink." He explained, not trying to seem stuck up.

"Oooo Mr. VIP." You teased, making him chuckle.

"Shut up its to avoid people like that- not that I dont appreciate my fans- I just like to be...away from that some times." He stumbled over his words.

"No need to explain yourself I get it. It must be tough." You take another sip of your drink, looking back in his eyes.

"Do you wanna come back to my table with me?" He asked, not even realizing he was speaking. It just came out.

"Oh- shit yeah sure! You're sure its okay?" You asked, trying to be polite about the sudden situation.

He stood up, reaching his hand out to you to hold on to as you both grabbed your drinks. "'Course it is. C'mon." He pulled you to the back of the club to the velvet ropes, not paying any mind to those around him. His mind was only on the feeling of your hands touching and how soft your skin was.

breathe me in, breathe me out i don't know if I could ever go without

The guard in front of VIP allowed you and Denki through, and you found your way to the table Sero was slumped at.

"Heyyy you brought a new friend!" Sero said, not moving much. He lit a blunt and inhaled deep. Passing it to Denki, he asked for your name, and you asked his as well.

Feeling a nudge, you look to your side to see Denki handing you the blunt. 'Fuck it why not.' you thought to yourself, accepting the gesture and inhaling yourself.

Denki couldnt take his eyes off of you as you breathed in the smoke, taking note of how the club lights hit your face and made your eyes glisten. It felt like a stupid movie as he locked his eyes on your lips as you blew the remaining smoke out, handing the blunt back to Sero. Your tongue came out and you licked your lips, making Denkis mind go blank.

"Denki?" You asked, noticing his zoned state.

"What? Oh- yeah sorry." He laughed lightly, looking away to hide the blush on his face.

"Youre fine-" You were interrupted by the addition of 2 men at the table, the blonde taking the blunt from Sero.

"Fuckers couldn't wait fer us to get back?" He grumbled, putting the blunt to his own lips.

"Hey! Who's this? Im Kirishima!" The tall redhead said to you, sitting on you side opposite Denki.

"Oh I'm Y/n!"

"The hell you back here for?" The grumbly blonde asked, looking you up and down.

"Shes here with me, Bakufuck." Denki said, suddenly feeling possessive, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

"I'll fuck you up, Spark plug."

"Thats Bakugou, hes a bit much at first." Kirishima explained to you with a smile.

"No sweat." You laughed again, taking note of the dynamics at the table.

i'm just thinking out loud i don't know if I could ever go without

The conversation between all the men picked up around the table, and you just observed. It was nice to take a break from thinking, instead admiring all the guys and how they were built like gods.

A hand gripped your shoulder, Denkis way of bringing your attention to him. You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes.

"Hey." He breathed.

"Hi." You giggled.

"Whatcha thinkin' about pretty?" He asked, looking down your top not to discreetly.

"Ah, nothin. Letting my mind have a break." You admitted, feeling the wetness start to pool between your legs from being ogled so openly.

"Understandable. You look real good in that ya know?" He complimented, making your thighs squeeze together.

"Thanks, you arent so bad yourself, Mr. hero." You shoved him lightly.

"You really here alone or did I take ya away from someone out there?" He asked, the two of you falling into your own world.

"No I came alone. Promise." You looked at him through your lashes, making his dick start to stir.

watermelon sugar high

The blunt was passed to Denki again, allowing him to take another hit, this time holding the smoke in his mouth and reaching around you to hand the blunt to Kirishima who was sat on your other side.

Grabbing your face lightly, Denki pulled you in and pulling your bottom lip down slightly, your mouth opening as he blew his smoke into your mouth, effectively sending it down to your lungs as you kissed him deep.

"Get a room!" Bakugou barked.

Pulling away, Denki whispered as he brushed your hair behind your ear. "We just might have to do that."

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watermelon sugar high

Stumbling into Denki's apartment after you got out of the cab, you leaned against the couch, taking your shoes off.

"Nice place, handsome." You complimented, watching Denki take his jacket off and walk to you with hungry eyes.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you into his chest and almost making you dizzy from the way he pulled you away from the couch in your hazy state.

Dragging you by the hand to his room, he walked you to the bed, pushing you down on it lightly. He bent down, getting close enough to your face to feel your breath.

"You want this, pretty?" He asked, needing one more word of consent before he fucked you.

"Yes, please." You sighed, letting him push you back lightly and lean down over your body and kiss you.

Your head felt like it melted into the pillow as he crawled over your body, greedy hands all over you.

Pulling back, Denki tugged his own shirt off over his head, leaving you to shimmy your dress down as best you could.

"C'mere." He sat you up while he rested in-between your legs, pulling your dress over your head instead of shimmying it down like you were trying to do- the both of you stopped in your hazy states to laugh at how messy you both were. Dress tossed aside and tits fully out, Denki shoved you back down, hungrily kissing you.

His kisses began trailing down the side of your face, down to your neck, and right to your sweet spot. A moan fell out of your mouth as he sucked a hickey onto the spot that felt the best and his right hand grabbed your tit.

"Denki-" You moaned out, making him grind his hardening dick against you.

Your hands found his hair, tugging lightly, making you both moan and grind your hips together.

tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' and it sounds just like a song

He pulled himself away from your neck and chest, sliding down and settling his head between your thighs as he moved them further apart and licked you through your seeping panties. He continued to nip and lick your clit and slit through your panties until you were begging.

"Denki please- need it so bad-" You whimpered, your own hands toying with your tits.

"Well since you asked so nicely." He yanked your panties off and admired the glorious sight in front of him. Your glistening cunt was clamping down around nothing and he needed a real taste. His tongue found your entrance and your back arched off of the bed.

"Denk-"

"Kaminari baby. Call me Kaminari." He had pulled off of you just long enough to tell you his last name and dove back in, determined to hear his name roll off your tongue. His last name always made him feel more authoritative and he craved that feeling.

"Shit!" A finger plunged into your pussy as your hand tugged his hair. "Kami!" You couldnt get the last of his name out as you were gasping.

The sound of his own name made him rut against the bed. All he knew what that he needed more. He was addicted to the sounds you were making.

i want your belly and that summer feelin' getting washed away in you

"Shit- Im gonna cum-" You barely finished the statement before he shoved another finger into you, making you squeal and writhe against the bed, cumming all over his fingers.

He jumped up after licking up all he could, pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and slotting himself in-between your shaking thighs, lining himself up with your slick hole. Wasting no more time, he pushed himself into you, making the both of you whine in pleasure.

Youd never had anyone as good as Denki fuck you. He was the perfect length and girthy enough to stretch you out. It felt like heaven when he bottomed out, hitting that sweet spot just right.

He pulled back, snapping his hips back to yours. He found the pace that made you whimper and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you felt your second orgasm creeping up on you.

"Like that, baby? You like that huh?" He taunted you.

All you could do in response was moan. Words escaped you as the fluttering in your abdomen became a tight knot.

"Cant even talk huh? Cant even fuckin think, yeah baby? Fucked you du-umb?" He stuttered, feeling your walls squeeze his dick, knowing he wouldnt last much longer.

"P-please, Kami." You managed to moan out, making it harder for him to hold back.

"G'na cum too baby. Shit- cum with me." He demanded, letting you both fall over the edge of your climaxes, thrusts never ceasing, overstimulating the both of you.

The sensation of his warm cum filling you up made your mind go blank as you screamed out in pleasure. His response was much of the same, groaning out your name as his hips stuttered.

Once the both of you made a mess of yourselves and the sheets, he collapsed next to you. The air was heavy but comfortable as he yanked a blanket over the two of you, pulling you into his chest.

He wondered for a split second why he was so comfortable, but he decided not to think about it too much as you both fall asleep, too exhausted to clean up, not caring about anything in the world.

i just wanna taste it watermelon sugar high

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[weird-dere-fics]

Dere from after she finished writing this drabble here. Just wanted to say damn 💀. Why dafuq I had to make this shit so sad. And on his birthday no less I hate it here. Forgive me, but also suffer with me pls. Thinking about making a part 2 to this sometime in the future, but idk yet. Anyways, enjoy the pain below. I dunno if a lot of other people in the fandom think he’s like this cus despite how much I love him, I have not read a lot of content for him abdfkwejbfijbskrfvhekdbf.

But personally I feel Sero is/can be really insecure about his ability to be a hero. Like sure he knows he’s good at what he does and that he has a good heart, but is he really cut out for saving lives? Is his quirk good enough? Can he really call himself someone people look to in times of need? He doesn’t say it and he’s good at hiding it, but you know he thinks these things. And you’re always there to reassure him that he is cut out for this, and that him becoming a hero was meant to happen. You couldn’t imagine what Japan would be like without his help in protectilmaong it. You loved him with all your heart and he let you know  at times like that he appreciated you with all of his. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to pick up on these negative feelings of his. You never push him to tell you anything. You just establish that you’re there for him in some way. Thinking about what might happen if he one day gets hit with a quirk that reverts him back to a child. Maybe a bunch of other pro heroes (namely the bakusquad) also get turned into children. They don’t remember that they were ever adults and heroes. They just knew they were friends and that they were close to their partners. You, as well as the rest of the heroes’ significant others work together to take care of them for the time they remain small. They have play dates, sleepovers, and do all the things kiddies do. My little heart is just aching cus what if that insecurity manifests in such a pure way 😭 Like the kids are out at the park or smth playing heroes and villains. Sero is one of the smol ones playing hero. He saves mina (playing a civilian) from Denki (playing a villain). Maybe as they’re getting away he trips and falls, scrapes his knee. He gets up and acts like nothing happened at all. When the other kids asked if he was okay he smiled and laughed. “I’m fine! What matters is that she’s (Mina’s) okay!” It prompts the smol pink girl to giggle and jump up and down, “I’m okay!” When the kids get back into it Sero hears a little gremlin (smol Bakugou) murmur to babie kirishima about how a real hero wouldn’t have messed up. Sero pretends he doesn’t hear it.  The rest of the day at the park goes swell and Sero has a smile on his face the entire time. On the way home though, he’s eerily silent in the back seat of the car. You try to strike up some conversation with him, asking about how he enjoyed his day, if he was happy to see his friends, was the lunch good, etc. He only murmurs short responses as he looks up at the window.  You’re worried.  When you get him home you look him over and notice he scraped his little knee! When did this happen? Why didn’t he come tell you?  You patched him up, asking him those same questions, asking him if it hurt. He shook his head and smiled brightly at you. “I was having too much fun for it to hurt!” Even as a kid he was a good actor, but you knew something was off. Throughout the rest of the day you give him little nudges, trying to ask if he was sure about how he felt about todays play date. And he smiled and put up that carefree persona every time.  But when you couldn’t handle him holding it in any more you came and kneeled in front of him, giving him the sincerest look you could, your voice soft. You asked him slowly and clearly if he was really okay. He smiled again, chuckling and nodding. “Hanta...” “What? I’m okay!” You only looked at him, letting him know through your eyes that you knew he wasn’t uttering the truth to you. Slowly but surely his smile disappeared. Slowly but surely his raised brows furrowed. Slowly but surely tears bubbled in his eyes, his cheeks going rosy red. Slowly but surely a whine built up in his throat as his bottom lip trembled. “I-I...” His little hands balled into fists as he tried to get out words but didn’t know how. You were quickly pulling him into your chest as began to sob softly, clutching onto your chest. Those soft sobs eventually became wails as he released everything, shattering your heart. “M-My knee hurt a lot! H-He s-said I couldn’t be a hero!” You knew he had these battles with himself as an adult, but seeing him struggle with this as a child with big emotions he didn’t understand was extremely hard for you to handle. Tears were gathering in your eyes right along with him as you held him close to your heart, cradled him and rubbed his back. You spent the rest of the night keeping him very close to you, comforting him, letting him know that it’s okay not to be okay. Letting him know that people can’t always be strong or happy. Letting him know that he’s still such a wonderful boy no matter what oopsies he might make. Letting him know that you would always love him.  You would fall asleep cuddling him in your arms, and when you woke up the next morning you would find your once again fully grown husband asleep, nuzzled into your chest.

[burnedbyshoto]

aphrodite

“Aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. You might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.”

— Or, in which Pro Hero Shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life. — 

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, stalking fan, cursing, unexperienced shouto, camgirl!reader, dom!reader, marking, blowjobs, praise kink

word count: 8,834

a/n: honestly, I did love this fic but mind is BUZZING at the thought of finally getting to write my todoroki family gangbang because I have that shit fucking outlined and I never outline anYTHING!!! but this was fun!!! i did a lot of extensive research into camming to only realize that if I wrote it realistically I wouldn’t be able to write this the way I intended... so camgirl is sorta really inaccurate and im sorry ;-;

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Being a Pro Hero was one of the most rewarding things Todoroki Shouto had ever done. With his day consumed with being in an element where he saved and protected people, there was nothing he could ever hope to improve. Well, as long as you only considered things in a job aspect.

As a Pro Hero, his job was his life.

Day in and day out, he was working. 

From the first chime of his alarm at six in the morning until he was crashing on his bed at eleven at night, he wasn’t just anyone, he was Shouto, the Pro Hero.

But Heroes were overworked, with the recent downfall of the League of Villains and the aftershocks that came from defeating a group that changed the world, there was a lot to do. He was twenty years old, two years free from Yuuei, and was a Pro Hero, not a sidekick.

After graduating from school, most individuals had assumed that he was going to work with his father as a sidekick for a few number of years, but that wasn’t right. Bakugou and Midoriya had created an agency together, so with them, the creators, Shouto made up one of the many founding members of this new agency. An agency that was constructed of only graduates of Yuuei,  it was strong, promising, and already one that had him and his friends well within the publics’ favorite heroes.

As goes any new Hero Agency, they had to prove themselves, after all, their alma mater was not enough to carry them through everything. Experience was valued higher than name-value after all. So Shouto, along with the thirty members of the agency, worked hard every day to swallow the fear of the reemerging Japan, fulfilling every and all tedious and significant need.

But for all his hard work, Shouto had been neglecting his own needs.

Two years of hard work for a man without a sexual relationship translated to two years without any sort of lover — romantic and sexual.

At first, it was easy to ignore. He made do with sloppy jerk offs in the shower, the warm water soaking into his skin while he came in loads against his fingers, but eventually, it grew tiresome, lonesome, and tedious. 

That is until something happened one day.

A single link had been sent his way by Kaminari, the blond man unknowingly sending this to Shouto and not the intended Sero. Shouto had just gotten home, his tired eyes looking at the highlighted hyperlink on his phone. Sighing, he had thrown it up on his laptop, wanting to figure out just what he was sending him of all people, he hoped maybe it was an article on his major rescue today. Kaminari was much better at tracking those articles than he was.

But what he got was not an article on his heroic deed today. No, there was no cold day in hell that this was a news article.

His eyes widened, the texts furiously coming in on his phone, apologizing for the mistake, but Shouto wasn’t paying attention. No, he was transfixed on the video before him and fire, unlike any heat he had ever known burned through his veins. Simmering heat rolling from his skin while he watched on, and just like that, Shouto found a way to feel anew.

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“Thanks for all your hard work!” Midoriya yelled after Shouto, who was three strides out the door once they traded places. 

It was Tuesday night, one of three nights that Shouto ever really looked forward to. For the past year, he had always made sure that he was never scheduled on these nights, and well, no one had objected, so he was still taking them. The travel back home was a five-minute commute via train, but always, as Shouto sat there, he felt as if the train was barely inching along.

But as soon as the train docked, there was no time to waste. Shouto was out of the crowded train and practically racing to his house. 

The door was slammed and locked behind him, and while practically stripping in his hallway — he didn’t need to care about a trail of clothes as he lived alone — he made it into his bedroom.

7:59, his clock read, and he cursed, moving even faster to set himself up.

Shouto couldn’t help but feel the burning embers of shame igniting in his chest, his heart rate soaring to the sky, when he clicked the join button. This was utterly shameful… twenty-one years old and he was in love… he was infatuated with someone he couldn’t have.

The screen darkened for the room he was looking into was dark, nothing but fuzzy pixels where you sat on the bed, legs crossed, and a sly grin on your face.

“Hi, love,” you coo. Shouto couldn’t make you out exactly right now, but on god, he already knows your lips were painted a deep red that always captivated him, your eyes insanely large with the thick and long strand of eyelashes you wore.

He wants to say good, he wants nothing more than to respond to your greeting, but he’s speechless. Besides, he knows you wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway.

“Now, now, don’t be shy,” you pout, standing up and nearing the camera, your strides were slow, smooth, terribly seductive and Shouto was taking you all in.

However, Shouto’s heart stops when your figure becomes more distinct. Red leather lingerie and toys strapped to the iconic utility belt you don. Even in the alluring lighting of your room, Shouto can see that your eyes are dark with amusement, glee, and lust. He groans lightly, the fabric of his boxer briefs tightening when you lean in close.

“I want to hear you cry my name…”

Shouto splutters at the whisper, feeling submerged into your show despite his brain telling him you didn’t know him. Regardless, his finger trails the trackpad and clicks the blue ‘donation’ button, the amount put at the full maximum the site would allow.

“Aw, thank you for the donation icy-hot,” you purr, your eyes fluttering on the camera, almost as if you were looking right at him. And Shouto delights at the sound of his username dripping like honey from your tongue. “I knew your slutty needy cock wouldn’t disappoint me. I wonder if you’re already touching yourself at the thought of me…” he watches your pretty red lips stretch from a pout into a Cheshire grin, and a pleasurable wave encases his body, his cock twitching against his restraint. “I hope you’re not, after all, I haven’t given you permission yet, have I?”

Shouto exhales shakily, the sultry confidence in your face, tone, and stature overwhelming him.

He watches your eyes fall to where he knows the chat is located on your screen, and the bell-like giggle swims in his mind while you amuse the many different viewers on this chat.

Aphrodite, that’s what you went by. 

The goddess of love, beauty, procreation, and pleasure.

With the way your eyes pierced the camera, legs spread open to reveal your cunt for your viewers, Shouto hissed in need for him to grab his cock, he knew better by now.

“Don’t you wish you were here so I could ride your small cocks instead of my fingers,” you sigh, and Shouto wets his lips, fingers that ached to give attention to his pulsing cock digging into his thighs. “If you want me to let you touch yourself,” you sigh, tossing your head back, your eyes glinted with power and coercion in this position. “Throw in a little donation for your goddess, whores~!”

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It pained Shouto to admit it, but he had a sincere and deep attraction for the girl behind Aphrodite. He didn’t need to check his bank account to know that outside of his daily things, the thing that he was freely spending money on was your shows. The more people donate, the more you would do, the more dominating, demeaning, and almost sadistic you would get. Most nights, like last night, Shouto would collapse on his bed. His cock a flush red from the aggressive fisting he had done, a desperate attempt to make himself pretend it was your tight and sopping cunt around his cock and not his heated hands. The room was always foggy, steam pouring from his skin because his control still went up to smoke whenever he watched you on the screen.

There was nothing more to say except that he would do everything in his power to make sure you were gaining enough money from these shows, and that his screen name would drip past your lips every show. Even if you would never do private shows, he would make sure you knew who he was.

But this wasn’t the time to think about you.

“Todoroki!” Bakugou yelled from a distance, and Shouto looked up to see Bakugou staring at him, his face set in annoyance. “Ponytail has a job for you.”

Shouto had just walked in through the door to the agency, but his lips pulled into a slight smile. His head nodding, “Okay.”

In the agency Momo, Iida, and Midoriya were the ones who were best suited at handing out missions and assignments. With Iida on temporary leave as he was on vacation with his family and Midoriya, who was on a week assignment with Bakugou, there was only Momo to hand intensive things out right now. 

Saying his good mornings to the people he passed, he eventually made it into the back room with the door closing behind him. He made eye contact immediately with Momo, who seemed to be jabbering with the client, but he knew her well enough to see that under the cheerful personality, there was something worried in her gaze.

“You wanted to see me?” Shouto asked the second he stepped in.

“Ah, yes, Todoroki-san!” Momo nodded her head, the smile on her face remaining keen on her face while she gestured to the person before her. “This is y/l/n y/n!”

Nodding, he looked down at the client and stiffened only slightly when you turned around.

Y/l/n… y/n… you were Aphrodite.

Shouto’s mouth went dry but also began salivating at an extremely high rate the second your lips pulled into a greeting smile. Was this real?

Would you be dominating in public? Your dominatrix bleeding into your personality outside of the screen? Would you rise to his eye level when you finally stood? He always imagined you would. Were you wearing something flirty, cute, or alluring underneath that jacket you had on your body? Your make up was done in the same matter as the shows, but the red lipstick he loved was substituted with a natural lip color, brightening the shimmer in your eyes. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” you greeted, and Shouto nodded dumbly, words failing him entirely at this moment.

Was that what he expected you to say as a greeting? Well, he guessed you saying something along the lines of ‘welcome you dirty fucking slut’ was a bit out of the picture considering they were in public and you didn’t know him. But still, a part of him craved to have heard that utter from your lips, because there would have been no stopping the way that he would have sank to his knees for you.

“Y/l/n-san is here with us because she’s been a victim of a past B&E’s,” Momo’s voice pierces through Shouto’s thoughts, and he breaks his stare on your — sweetly? — smiling face to look at his friend. “We also have reason to believe that such offenses are because she also has a stalker.”

“A stalker?” Shouto repeated Momo’s words.

“That is correct, and said stalker seems to be in possession of a strong quirk,” Momo nodded her head, her face still kind for you, but her eyes calculating and sharp. “I’m assigning you on her case for a few reasons, firstly because you are capable of handling the perpetrator, and two, you live a block from her apartment, so defending her will be accessible to you.”

Shouto’s stomach jumped at those words, all this time you had been a mere block away from him?! 

“Isn’t that a bit too much?” you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. Shouto blinks, that was a move most people made when they weren’t confident… you were always confident. “I mean, yeah, I don’t want to be like… hurt by this man, but there’s no way he’d do anything bad, right?”

“Are you serious?” Shouto asked, his voice leaking with his evident discontent to your answer.

Momo, however, redirected your attention back to her by grabbing your hands in hers, “There’s a possibility that there’s nothing bad that he’ll do, but that’s not something we wish to risk.”

“I have pepper spray, a stun gun, and a strong uppercut; I think I can handle this,” you say, pulling your keys up, showcasing the arrange of weapons you carried casually around you. 

“The pepper spray looks like you haven’t used it in ages,” Shouto immediately pointed out. “You need to use it about once a month to ensure it works.”

“Wait, really?!”

Momo giggled, watching in the way that Shouto looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, and how you looked up at him with wide eyes. “I can understand that you believe that you’re confident in your ability to take care of yourself! We aren’t trying to imply that you couldn’t, but your cousin brought you here or a reason! It’s easier to let us do our job, to make sure that you don’t ever have to put into a trying situation.”

Your bottom lip juts out into a small pout, but ultimately you sighed, nodding. “Okay… how long would this take, do you think? It’s just that I can’t have Shouto by my side at every instance of the day.”

Momo’s eyebrows quirked into a questioning stare, and Shouto could feel his body temperature rising at those words.

“Oh? How come?”

You still, as if you hadn’t expected Momo to further question why you didn’t want to be watched at all hours of the day. Loudly you splutter, unable to come up with an excuse through your panicked and while Shouto watched and listened with crumbling hope that your dominatrix personality was something that you held in every aspect in life. Your cries that you were an up and coming YouTuber — which explained the stalker — and needed to film your muckbang videos in peace made Shouto realize that you were not some sexy, confident woman at every instance of the day. No, you were awkward, weird, and dorky, but it still did nothing to calm his hammering heart when you stood up at the end of the meeting, clad in something that had to be pulled from the Lisa Frank collection and you hurried out.

“If I analyzed all of her police reports correctly, the stalker should be back by next week, falling on either Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday night,” Momo informed Shouto, passing the case folder his way. “Take care of y/l/n-san, and be safe.”

Shouto nodded; that was something he didn’t need to be told twice, “Of course.”

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You were a camgirl.

For most of your life, you had been someone who was overlooked by most. Being quirkless in a world where having a quirk, even the most useless quirks, was needed to gain success in your peer’s eyes truly sucked. It hadn’t stopped you from being successful, of course, you had worked hard in every aspect of your life, but it kept you from attaining your dream job because having a quirk was essential for it — even though you didn’t need one.

So with a minimum wage job to cover the costs of living and your long journey to prove your worth to get your dream job, you were quick to realize that you needed more money.

And one day, after a long day at failing to find a second job, you were in bed, reading over fanfics to distract yourself from a failed day when a particular story caught your eye. 

A story about a camgirl, and then it hit you.

You could be a camgirl!

It took a month of planning, nights spent on creating a persona, a person for you to become when the camera went on. 

You would turn into Aphrodite.

With such a stage name, you knew that you had to become the goddess of love herself. Your personality was quirky and dorky in real life when you only had to be you, but Aphrodite was all leather, lacy, skimpy hotness. She was daunting, commanding, dominating. It was almost as if the second you turned on your Livestream, the goddess herself possessed your body, turning you into someone that you could only dream to be.

You performed three times a week, precisely at nine and end sometimes even at two in the morning. Within a matter of ten streams, you had exploded in viewers and donors. You had been making around five hundred thousand yen a month, that is until your most special viewer icy-hot had made his first appearance. 

Icy-hot was someone who seemed to have a deep interest in you, and even deeper pockets because he alone doubled the price of your average income from camming. You were obsessed with him.

There was also another reason why you were obsessed, and it might have a little bit to do with the tall man walking behind you, just far away to make you comfortable, but close enough to keep you from harm’s way. Oh yes, in a world of celebrity crushes, you were in love with Pro Hero Shouto. 

It was stupid really, but as a fifteen-year-old girl watching Yuuei students who were your age beating the shit out of each other left an imprint of his then fifteen-year-old abs in your brain and you were hooked. Your crush was always shallow, of course it was, you didn’t know him, but he still provided you with a sense of comfort. The fact that he had lived so close to you for so long sent embarrassing flames to your face, how would he ever react to knowing that you needed time away from him so that you could control people into fucking themselves online? Or about how your stalker was a possessive man who watched your streams?

You had been fine with just informing the police, but apparently, the man had been apprehended before and had his quirk registered. He was dangerous, and with you being quirkless and the cops being unable to use their own quirks, your cousin dragged you to the local hero agency, proclaimed you needed help, and left.

Little did you remember that this was the hero agency that a lot of recent Yuuei alumni were at, and of course, the one that Shouto worked at. Heroes latched at your side, worried for you while taking you to the back to talk to the Everything Hero: Creati. With the police files on her computer, the two of you discussed everything that was happening with ease and sharp detail, and then Ground Zero barged through the door, yelling about something Deku was doing.

Creati talked with him, both of them coming to some understanding and a simple line from her mouth, effectively ending your entire life.

“Will you call in Todoroki-san when he gets here?”

It wasn’t that you were dressed ugly or wrong, but you were definitely dressed up in bright colors because you were trying a Lisa Frank aesthetic before your cousin dragged you off. Tugging at the ends of your hair, you looked back at Shouto, who was silent, his eyes looking at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his buttery voice soothes down your spine, and you threw a large thump up in his direction with a nod.

“Never been better!” you lie. This was bad this was so very bad, you wanted to push him into an alleyway and run away, why must the world curse you into looking like you were related to booboo the fool on the day you finally crossed paths with Shouto. Not to mention should he find out about your career? Would he think you deserved everything coming your way?

“It’s okay to be not okay,” he spoke up, his head tilting to the side, trying to figure out where your thoughts are. “You know that, right? You’re going through a lot right now.”

You blow a raspberry, your ears burning when you look back in front of you, your head shaking. “I’m perfectly fine, I wasn’t even in immediate danger! Besides, I have you here now, don’t I?”

They were familiar words heroes heard every day, maybe not those words exactly but similar enough that they weren’t unusual. But still, to Shouto, those words curled warmly in his chest, vibrating deep within his sternum while he nodded.

“You do.”

“See!”

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To say the least, Shouto was genuinely shocked to figure out who you were as a person. 

The biggest thing he could put together about you, the most essential detail he saw was the fact that you were stupidly a dork. You had just about one hundred colorful mugs with weirdly dumb inspirational quotes on them. Whenever he showed up at your apartment in the morning — the nights you insisted he couldn’t sleep on your couch because of your recordings, which worked out because he would just go home and watch your stream with only the slightest guilty conscious.

You had a colorful arrange of sweaters and shirts, none of which were anything that he would have assumed initially you would wear, to begin with. Leggings and sweaters, joggers and tank tops, that seemed to be your style in the warming days of spring, and he was all for it.

With nothing more to do with this assignment, then stay close to you because the police where in charge of trying to find the man, the two of you grew close. Shouto often amused himself by asking you about the videos you were making for ‘YouTube,’ each time you came out with a poorly failed excuse of a lie for him, and every time you believed that he believed you.

It was a month into the assignment, and nothing had happened so far, nothing but late-night conversations and late-night cam sessions. Still, Shouto was a devoted watcher, and with each passing day, his ears no longer blushed scarlet at the sight of you the following mornings. 

The two of you were proper fans, and the crushes you had for each other still held true, only now reenforced with the appropriate images of each other.

“You have to go now!” you complain, trying to shove the much larger man out of your apartment’s front door. It was Thursday evening, and with only an hour until you were to stream — an accident on both of your parts because you had been distracted with watching an anime with him — you needed to get ready quickly. “Shouto, oh my god, I swear if you don’t leave, I’m going to pepper spray you!”

Shouto was pretending to be lost in thought, his body stable and unshifting while you attempted your hardest to get him to move. “I don’t remember you ever cleaning your pepper spray… it’ll end up hurting you more than me in the end anyway.”

“You don’t know that!” you grunt, your hands pressing against his spine, your feet slipping against the wood while you push with all your strength. “Even if it hits me, it’ll hit you too!”

“I’ve been pepper-sprayed before, apart of hero training, I can handle it, y/n,” Shouto points, and he finally takes a step forward, your body stumbling into his side where he graciously steadied you. There’s a silence between the two of you when he realizes just how he caught you, and you feel the temperature fluctuate around you when he pushes you to your feet, throwing on his shoes and leaving with a stiff wave.

“See you t-tomorrow!” he rushes out, leaving you with a burning face in your doorway. 

But as you closed the door, rushing yourself to get ready for tonight, you didn’t get to see the way that Shouto stopped at the staircase, his eyebrows scrunching when an uneasy feeling filled his gut. Could it be that the perp was finally going to make their move tonight?

In thirty minutes you had managed to get your makeup done, the sharp black eyeliner paired with large full eyelashes, your skin perfect from foundation and contour, and of course, the painted red lip. With only ten minutes to spare, you threw your camera set together, connecting it at eight minutes to spare. You sweat in nerves while you hastily threw on your lingerie. Black lacy panties that sculpted your ass, and a bra that left your breasts looking delectable. Then the leather garter belt hung around your waist, attaching to your thigh high stockings with a cute red bow. 

With the countdown on the screen, you flopped on the bed, cameras rolling as soon as your clock read 9:00.

“Hi, love,” you began as you usually do, confidence flooding your person while you sat up from your mattress, your hands smoothly gliding against the soft fabric of the comforter. 

Your show went as it normally did, harmless flirting with your viewers who craved more, thanking donator after donator, your smile growing into a smirk with each passing minute. You noticed that icy-hot was on, his avatar always pinned to your screen when he joined, but he was silent. Not a single donation.

Normally this would scare you, drilling ice-cold anxiety through your veins, but you weren’t you right now; you were Aphrodite. 

“Icy-hot,” you drawled, your voice husky and low, a subtle show to your dominance while you leaned forward, your cleavage only accentuating between your pressing arms. “What are you doing?”

But before you could continue on, before you could utter more phrases to get some sort of response from your favorite viewer, there was a rustle in your apartment. You froze immediately, was Shouto in your place? No, that couldn’t make sense.

Then in an almost slow-motion horror, you watched your bedroom door slam open, and a man you didn’t recognize appeared before you. His transfixed on you as if you were a true goddess, his muscles taut, lips perked into a lusting smirk.

“I finally found you, Aphrodite,” he whispered like a prayer, his feet taking several fast strides in your direction, and as the chat exploded in their confusion, your jaw dropped in an ear-splitting scream.

>> ‘Is this for real?’

>> ‘Is aphrodite finally fucking a man for us? I’m jealous it’s not me!’

>> ‘Holy shit, I think this is real?!’

The facade of Aphrodite was gone on you, no longer possessing you, but instead the meek and weird you. There was no stopping his conquering pace when his hand outstretched for you until he was frozen in place.

“Shouto?!” you squeak, looking to see your hero standing at the door, his cheeks flushed from most likely rushing over, his eyes deadly and severe. His eyes glanced you over, and embarrassment shrouded you when he eyed over your lingerie, but he said nothing of your state of appearance thankfully.

“Go into your bathroom, and don’t come out until I tell you it’s over,” Shouto commanded, and breathlessly you nodded, stumbling over into the bathroom as the perpetrator broke free from the ice. One lustful eye turning sinister and dark, and with an animalistic bellow, he charged Shouto when you closed the door.

You weren’t sure how long you lasted in the bathroom; the only thing you knew is that for ten seconds, it was loud with the clear sounds of battle before quieting. There had been no crash, nothing to tell you that the action had been taken elsewhere, only that you had heard the familiar sound of Shoutos singing ice and then silence. You pulled on your fluffy white bathrobe that hung by the door on your bathroom, your pacing unstoppable in your inability to calm down.

Was Shouto alright? They didn’t both die out there, right? No, Shouto was more durable than that, you reasoned, your hands aching with your nerves.

The pulsing beat of your heart sat heavy in your throat, your fingers trembling with shot nerves and fearful thoughts until a soft knock on your door alerted you that someone was there.

“H-Hello?” you stammer, unable to keep yourself from speaking.

“It’s me,” you hear Shouto’s voice tiredly stated, and without so much as wondering if it really was him, you threw open the door.

Shouto stood there, a bruise on his jaw, a visible injury he had sustained from this fight. 

There was no stopping you throwing yourself into his arms, your own arms throwing around his neck in your dopamine surge. He had saved you, he had finished this.

“Sorry that took so long,” Shouto murmured into your ear, his head burying into the crook of your neck, sending intensive static down your spine. “Bastard took us seven blocks away; apparently, he has a pretty shitty teleportation quirk.”

“That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay,” you sigh, not wanting to let go of him anytime soon. “Was it just the bruise?”

“Mhm,” Shouto informs you, his fingers running against the thick fluffiness of the robe. “Quirk side effect is that it makes you stupidly dizzy after using it, and that includes everyone he takes with him. So I nearly was throwing up when he landed one on me. The police will take you in for questioning tomorrow morning if that’s alright? I figured it was too late, and you went through too much to be questioned tonight.”

“That’s perfect,” you agree, not at all caring when the interview would be, just as long as he was with you. 

Shouto eventually pulled away, his hands remaining on your waist while his eyes looked at you warmly, “Okay, well let’s get you on your bed, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You nodded dumbly, following after Shouto when he guided you back into the room that was liberated from his ice but had obviously been fought in on account of your fallen books. You sighed when you sat up on your bed watching Shouto stand in front of you, observing you in your fluffy white robe.

“Shouto?” you asked while Shouto observed your face in the better lighting of your room, his finger soothing tear streaks you had long ago cried while he made sure you were okay.

“Mm?”

“How did you get here so quickly?”

“I thought something was going to happen tonight. I had this feeling when I was leaving and decided to stay until it happened.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I had screamed until after he was in my room,” you accuse, your eyes narrowing. 

Honestly, you had no idea how he knew… unless…

“I’m icy-hot,” Shouto states simply, but you couldn’t ignore the way that your body literally rejected this claim, how it sizzled to life because he knew what you did on these nights, and how you sparked at the thought of how he’d been supporting you for a year.

“You’re — ?”

“Yeah,” Shouto smiled, pulling away from you with a soft sigh, his arms folding across his chest. “A friend of mine accidentally sent me a link to your cam sessions when you first started, and I was hooked.”

“You’re telling me all this time, you knew?!”

Shouto nodded, unsure as to what you weren’t quite understanding.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” your voice raised dangerously, your spine shot straight while your world both crashed and built around you.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate to tell my client that I watched her strip and fuck herself on my leisure time,” Shouto sighs, his eyebrow-raising in amusement.

“You’re a dick!” you exclaim, but your words were one of wonder, your eyes brightening in this new knowledge. “I can’t believe you, honestly!”

“Well then, I guess I can tell you a string of truths, and you can do nothing about it,” he challenges, his face nearing yours, dangerously close. His warm and mint breath fanning across your face. “I have feelings for you — deep and honest feelings for you, I think this piece you’re wearing under the rob is by far one of the best pieces you’ve ever worn, and I’m hard right now.”

“You know that Aphrodite is a facade,” you disclosed, your eyelids feeling like weights while you stared up at him, unmoving, unchallenging.

“I don’t think it is,” Shouto challenged his hands, tugging at the fabric that held your robe closed. “Aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. You might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.”

Your tongue is dry, but still, you wet your lips, confidence, and fear meeting in the middle of your chest in an all-out war to see which would win. It was to no one’s surprise that you wanted Shouto, but for it to be reciprocated was a bit beyond you, and finally, you inhaled a bit sharply through your nose, “If you want me to fuck you, you better ask properly. Like a good boy.”

His eyes glint in an unreserved way that sends fire through your spine and a heat flashing in your core. It had been a while since you’ve fucked anyone, and here was Shouto implying that you fuck him. He also seemed to want to be dommed, and if there was something you weren’t expecting from him, was that.

Shouto licks his lips, his hands moving from your waist and pressing onto the mattress so that he’s forcing you to lean backward, trapped in his hold. 

“I want you to fuck me,” he breathes, and in a similar exhilarating thrill of Aphrodite possessing you before a show, that electrifying courage courses through your veins and grabbing onto the thick fabric of his costume and bring him into a simmering kiss.

Your fingers wound in his hair, the intensive heat and passion exchanging between your lips were insane. It was mind-boggling as it was breathtaking. Your head tilted, and you pressed in more, feeling the weight of the bed dipping as Shouto climbed onto the bed with you. Shouto was bigger than you, in just about every way of the word, but still, with your stocking covered leg, you wound it around his waist and spun in your place.

Straddling his torso, you pressed incessant kisses to his mouth, his desperate return sending confidence to your head, a warm pulse in your body. 

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a bottom,” you murmur against Shouto’s throat, your hands pressing flat against his chest, moving to unravel the restraints holding it together. You get the top of his jumpsuit undone, watching has his pale and toned chest slowly peeking through the growing opening. Your fingers move against the plains of his abs, nails moving against his hardened nipples while you sigh against his throat. “Such a good boy.”

Shouto heaves, his breathing uneven, unsteady, and unsure. For someone so confident thirty seconds earlier, he seemed to be crashing from that stream of confidence quickly, almost dangerously. Skirting around this knowledge, you removed your robe, discarding it onto the dirty floor with a content smirk. 

“I, um,” Shouto swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering at the sight of the lacy black undergarments and, for the first time, genuinely getting to appreciate them in real life. His fingers grab onto your waist, his hot as fire hands tracing your smooth skin, tracing against the hem of your panties until he got to the cleavage of your ass, stopping where your body met his. “I’ve never done this.”

“That’s alright,” you say, hands pushing the blue fabric of his costume off his shoulder, making quick work of it, and finally, your get to press your hands against his broad and naked shoulders. Your lips move unhurriedly against his neck, moving down until you reach his collarbone, taking a long swipe of your tongue against the protruding bone.

“Fuuck.”

The words that had meant to come from Shouto’s lips drifted towards the ceiling, no longer viable with the way that he folded against your touch. With your lips back against his chin, your right hand stretched behind you and pressed firmly against Shouto’s hard buldge palming against the clothed erection. His eyes close immediately, the touch of another on his growing cock was foreign to him, but it was igniting something within him while you continued your ministrations. A strangled moan vibrating at the back of his throat, his hips rising to buck and grind against your cupping hand, only hindered by your teasing retreats and bell-like giggles.

“So desperate already, baby?” you whisper against his ear, your mouth coming back to his, meeting his trembling lips into a passionate kiss. When you pull away, he makes a noise similar to an animal in heat but is quickly silenced by your teeth biting gently against his lower lip. “Let’s get you out of this uniform.”

Shouto helps you make little work of removing his costume, the dark navy blue material joining your robe on the floor, and you straddle him one again. Only this time, it’s your cunt rolling against his clothed cock. 

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you ask, your lips pressing painted marks against his chest. The red of your lips shining like rubies against his pale skin, but it does nothing but stirs you on. It wasn’t a mark like a bite, but it was an acknowledgment that as of now, for this very moment, he was yours. The red lip print proof of this bond. “Do you want my mouth around your pretty cock?”

Shouto shudders at your words, his hips involuntarily bucking at your ask, and he nods his head. His cheeks dusted red, and his heart hammering in his throat, “Y-Yes, please suck me off.”

“Aww,” you coo, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his underwear, your cunt grinding against him. “You said, please!”

The underwear joins the rest of Shouto’s outfit on the floor, and you stare at Shouto’s cock in its full glory. The long thick length bouncing against his stomach, precum dripping slowly from its tip. The knowledge that he was already leaking from your gentlest attempts of domination sent power through you once again, and you smirked leaning down so that you were level with his cock.

“Such a pretty cock,” you sigh, wrapping your hand against his length, your mouth watering at the fact that you couldn’t encompass it in your hand. “So beautiful… now, I want you to stare at me the entire time I’m doing this icy-hot. I’m putting on a private show for you, and I expect my favorite viewer to watch the entire time.”

There was no need to wait because Shouto was ready for your mouth, and with one final roll of his pink head with your fingers, you began.

You brought your mouth to Shouto’s cock and licked a clean line from balls to crown, the back of your tongue swirling around the head.

Shouto’s moan was nothing short of pornographic, and near animalistic in the way that it sent shivers down your back. Most definitely caught in the feel of things, Shouto arched his ass from the bed to thrust right into your waiting mouth. With the confidence of who you tried to be as Aphrodite, you decided to be the best at what you were doing for Shouto, hopeful this would be something he would ever forget. Adjusting to his lifted hips, you gripped and pumped the lower half of Shouto’s cock while slathering and sucking attention at what you could fit into your mouth – he was a lot bigger than the dildos you used for your show.

Your mouth was heated sin to Shouto, unafraid to choke a little, gagging ever so often to send incredulous vibrations through his sensitive sex. You were also a bit sloppy, saliva and drool leaking with his precum down his length, dribbling from the corner of your mouth while he pressed further into you. You then pulled from his length, oxygen burning your lungs to take each of Shouto’s balls into your mouth and delicately roll them with your tongue as your fist capriciously switched between fast and slow over his throbbing cock.

Mouth hanging wide and silent, Shouto stared intensely at your slowly blinking form. You nuzzled your nose against the trimmed fuzz at the base of his hot dick, your lips creating a wet pop noise against his balls. The soft touches of your nose against the vein on his cock ignited a broken and almost needy rasp against Shouto’s chest. And when a thumb, wet with your spit and his precum, trailed a line down the backside of his cock, Shouto’s heavy tongue caught up.

“That feels so good!” Shouto moaned, his voice gruff and near unrecognizable by its tenor. “More, y/n, please, more.”

And who were you if you didn’t comply? 

You groaned at the lewd position you were in, his intense duel eyes focused on every move you made while his cock twitches in front of you, your tongue flicking out of your mouth licking the bead of pre-cum on his tip making your cunt throb in anticipation. 

“Look at you, so needy, so innocent,” you giggle, using the hands that had been sensually traveling up and down his cock to angle it better for your await mouth. Brushing his head against your tongue, his pre-cum gathered on the slick surface, you delighted when his stomach contorted with his tightened breathing. You wouldn’t close your mouth to taste him, so saliva dribbling down your tongue against his length. Your hands rubbed it against his cock, using it as natural lubrication as you continue, “desperate for my mouth, aren’t you?”

Shouto tried to nod his head, which made you giggle, grinning down at him as you once more push his cock inside your heated cavern. Pulling it out slowly when you notice that his eyelids close for a little longer than a soft moan. 

“Keep your hands on me, icy-hot,” you coax, tangling his fingers onto your scalp. Keeping your left hand against the back of his thigh to land a slap against his skin to keep him focused. It was something that he found to be shocking, but the hair tugging that followed the surprising hit sent a proper shiver down your spine. You pushed his cock forward again, pushing inside you deeper this time, so his length hit further than the back of your throat. 

The motion once more sending Shouto to some other dimension as he hissed your name. The tightness of your throat, the muscle contracting against his thick cock, and the cold drool the dribbled from your lips sent his mind spinning. He only wanted more, and he craved more. With ragged breathing and the sight of his contracting stomach, his hips began to thrust into your mouth, pressing his cock further into your throat. Each desperate thrust had him hitting the back of your throat, drool slipping out of your mouth as you tried to breathe through your nose, groaning against his length, sending vibrations along Shouto’s cock. 

Your eyes began to water at the slightly suffocating sensation. Still, you were excellent despite the tears slipped down your cheeks, his hips thrusting into you roughly, the sign of an inexperienced man. Moving your hands to his upper thighs, you tried to slow his forceful thrusts, trying to allocate for time to adjust to his size in your throat. Instead, Shouto’s thrusting hips only stammered more, the sinful noises in your throat, sending only better feeling through his body. His eyes can read your eyes that told him this was okay.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Shouto babbles, his hands clutching your hair, fingers digging into your scalp using it as leverage to move you against his length. “I never thought, shit, I never thought it would feel like this, yes, yes do that!”

Your moans vibrated around his length as you let the larger man manipulate your wet cavern. Your tongue now rolling along his length, tracing the sensitive protruding veins on his cock, and with the speed in which he was thrusting into your mouth, it only heightened the desperate noises pouring from his mouth. So much so that he almost stopped shifting his powerful hips all together.

You felt Shouto’s thrusts stagger as he came closer to his release, his hips speeding up, your head bobbing with his final desperation as he gave a final hard push into your mouth. His tip hitting the far back in your throat, and he came inside you with a snarl. His hands held your head down on his length as you grunted, trying to take in all fast release in one swallow, but some spilled out of your mouth. His hot sticky seed dribbling down your chin. 

When you moved pulled to remove his length from your mouth, you immediately closed your mouth, tongue lapping at the cum that escaped your lips. 

Crawling back up to Shouto’s face, you gave a tight-lipped smile when his clammy hands rested against your waist, and with fluttering eyes, you connected your lips again. The minority of his cum still sits in your mouth and is pushed into his mouth with your tongue.

You sat up, your lips still connected to his with a string of entangled saliva and cum, his hands coming around to cup your ass, and with the sexiness, only one could achieve through countless times of stripping, you were finally free from your own lingerie.

“What’re you—”

A gust of air ricocheted from Shout’s lungs as his back slammed into the mattress once again, your hands planted against his shoulders, your head cocked to the side with a mischievous smirk. Shouto doesn’t know how to react, for someone who couldn’t shove him out of the doorway was suddenly handling him just fine in bed. But the thought of that stirred his cock back to life, something you noticed the second it rested against your ass. Shouto groaned in embarrassment, but it didn’t matter to you, who arched down to nuzzle his nose. Then you were licking searing stripes along his neck, teeth nibbling and pulling at his ear, digging at the joint of throat and shoulder, Shouto’s tilted chin and swollen wet lips.

Knees dug into the sides of Shouto’s chest, your nails cutting crescents into the slick shining mountains of his shoulders, Shouto hands grasped onto your naked form for dear life, coercing the storm of your shared desire. The impatient and growing unignorable weight of Shouto’s cock slotted between your slick and sopping cunt. Sloppy wet with your untouched arousal, a ticking timebomb of pleasure each time you thrust back against his rehardened cock.

“Y/n, please—” Shouto choked on his words, a lusting cry when he cracked his head back against the soft mattress at the moment you carted his hot cock against your dripping, aching cunt with one firm and delicate palm and your other pressing your weight against his chest. “Oh shit, yes, fuck – yes, more. Please, put it in, y/n. I want, shit, I want you to fuck me properly, y/n—”

“So fuckin’ needy,” your breathlessly giddy reply came, your words soaked the ear and filled Shouto’s head completely. Tightening his grip on your waist to accommodate a stronger hold on you in a desperate thought to sane himself, you began a more frantic rhythm of work-roughened humping. “Is this how you responded back to me when I stream? Do you listen to my instructions the entire time, Shou-to?”

The squelch and wet noises of your hips dragging staccato against Shouto’s throbbing skin was maddening, dumbing him down to strangled huffs and squeaks against your swollen lips. The pulse against Shouto’s own lips raged, a frantic desire for him that both weakened and empowered him to the bone.

Shouto’s finger dug into your skin, leaving imprinted bruises where he touched, his hips slamming up into yours. Wanting more, craving more, and with nothing more to hold from him, you complied and with a wet noise, sunk all the way down against him.

“Shit, shit, wait,” Shouto hoarsely whispered, his nails ripping moons into your skin while he panted against your skin. “You’re too tight, Imma cum, fuck, wait…”

You laughed against his mouth, but you didn’t move, allowing him the time to adjust his brow slick with sweat, eyes closed in concentration. Regardless, your walls fluttered around him while you adjusted, and he shivered with every involuntary move. “You good?” you murmur against his mouth, tongue lapping at his pressed white lips.

He nods once, and you grin, taking that as means to push as far up as you could, and with your entire weight and clench of your muscles, sunk back down against him.

A savage snarl ripped from Shouto’s throat, more animal than man as he tore at your lips, his mouth open with a hot tongue and teeth that tugged at your lips. You had no choice but to open up, letting his tongue meet yours while you felt his cock throbbing against your clenching walls. You met him in full innocent need, your kisses were uncoordinated attack from all angles, his hand working their way to your ass, once again gripping and pulling that the soft and warm flesh.

Your hips rolled against his, lifting up and falling with growing forces, 

The small of Shouto’s waist burned raw from how it kept curling into the mattress, his shoulders singing with sharp pain from your fingernails. Your breaths puff against Shouto’s lips as if you had never taken a single deep breath in your life like you’d flung yourself into the open flames just to fuck Shouto. The fill of his cock, the maddening way that his cock filled you out, it made your head spin and your knees tremble. With each twitch of his cock, his protruding veins pushing against your spongey walls, increasing the sensation, sending fire to your curling toes. Your weight pushing heavy on Shouto now, sandwiching him hard against the gentle mattress when he couldn’t meet you in an upwards thrust, too lost in the sensation of your smoldering cunt around his cock. 

Shouto’s thighs and stomach quivered in your conquest, his words an unclear babble in his prayer to you. The air was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, cum, and something else. Something you couldn’t put your tongue on, but it stirred you on more with the wet slapping noises of your meeting hips.

It was too much, too much, yet nowhere near enough.

“Y/n, I’m gonna—” Shouto searched for his words a short raspy cry, his cock swelling up and pulsing in your clenching walls, his fingers clenching around the nape of your neck. Bringing you in for another hot kiss. “Gonna—”

“Cum for me,” was the only thing you rasped in his mouth, your lips a deceivingly soft push against Shouto’s bruised lips.

Shouto shot off inside of you like an exploding fire, his eyes squeezed shut so tightly he could only see white and feel you. His grip tightened around your body, pressing you slick against him. But the increased angle is what sends you over the edge, your eyes rolling when your body tenses, pleasure, and relief swallowing you whole when your orgasm overcomes you.

“Shouto,” you mewl in a cracked croak of a voice, your face buried in Shouto’s shoulder as he feels your walls spasm against his cock in almost insane ways. 

“That… shit,” he breathes, unable to think.

“Yeah, same,” you mumble, moving to press a kiss onto his lips.

His body rolls off warmth from his skin, and together, the two of you fall asleep on the bed, entangled in sweat and cum and only elation in your blood.

bonus!

“TODOROKI-KUN!” Iida’s voice pierces through his phone when Shouto wakes up the next morning.

“Iida,” he greets, watching while you brush your teeth, studying the various marks on your body from the night before.

“WHY DID YOU RELEASE A SEX TAPE?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Iida?”

“CHECK THE NEWS RIGHT AWAY!”

BREAKING NEWS: PRO HERO SHOUTO CAUGHT IN BED WITH CAMGIRL UNDER THE NAME APHRODITE

It was then that the two of you realized you had never turned off your session.

[hellflame-for-a-reason]

Ingenium Fracta

Chapter one: the day the world caved in

Tw: mention of trauma, fire, vomit mention, implied major character death.

It had been yet another field trip- they really should stop going on those. Aizawa had been told to take them on a normal trip for once, so they were going to the mall, they probably should have been doing more normal teen things anyway. It really wasn't his fault this time, but it was obvious he was going to feel guilty. He had just been sitting on the bench when he saw her; a young girl, around the same age as his students, but she was definitely no hero, her blonde hair was pulled into space buns and her teeth were sharpened into fangs. The girl, Toga Himiko, made eye contact with him, smiling sweetly as she waved.

"Hiya EraserHead!"

"Oh god no." He stood up, putting his coffee down, glancing around and realizing he could only see around five of his students. The goggles went straight on, and he locked eyes with the girl, "where are your friends?"

"You mean the league?" She giggled as he began to walk towards her, "they're everywhere, just waiting for my signal! You can't do anything Eraser, you can't erase them if you don't know where they are!" Another giggle, this mini villain was really trying to test his patience but Aizawa wasn't going to let her get to him. Putting a hand up, he clicked the button in his hand, it was primed to send a message to the students' phones informing them to meet back where Aizawa was waiting for them. "Huh? What are you doing?" The girl asked him, tilting his head slightly, her smile pausing for just a moment.

"I'm bringing my students to me, so they know you lot are here." He turned to see the few that were closer look over and panic, recognising Toga.

"Sir!" One of his students, Ojiro, ran up to him, "why is a villain here??" Others quickly joined, crowding around him.

"Can someone go and alert security that there are villains here? Thank you, now how many do we have?" He began his headcount as Ojiro ran off again, quickly realising that they were seven short. He scanned the crowd again, "who are we missing?"

"Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari are still in hot topic, sir. I think they put their phones on silent," Sero spoke up, pulling at his tape nervously. Aizawa knew this boy cared deeply about his friends and of course he was bound to worry about Bakugo after their last run in with the league of villains.

"Alright, go and alert them, who else?"

"Sir," Todoroki spoke up in his usual tone, only a tad shakier than normal, "Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida are still missing, I believe they're likely together."

Aizawa internally cringed at that, the idea of those three being alone and possibly having to face a member of the league; Uraraka was less troubling and maybe Iida could be trusted to keep Midoriya in line but Aizawa wasn't sure he could trust Iida to run away after that Stain incident- especially if he was dealing with Stain devotees. He was about to ask Todoroki to go and fetch them when the mall intercom sounded.

"Attention all shoppers: a villain has been spotted on the premises. We ask you all to quickly but safely evacuate the building without panicking or use of your quirks; children must be attended to and the staff will be with you to help with any injury or stress caused."

"There," Aizawa looked back at Toga, who was standing there smiling, "now you can't use your signal."

"But that was my signal," a cold chill ran down his spine as she said those words, it dawned on him that he had been tricked, "thank you EraserHead!"

A blast of blue fire came from the nearby coffee shop, where the villain known as Dabi pulled off his trench coat disguise and aimed to kill. The fire was stopped by an ice wall pulled up by Todoroki, who seemed to struggle to keep his wall from melting. "Thank you Todoroki," Aizawa acknowledged him, "alright students, time for some impromptu fieldwork I guess; help the civilians evacuate then do so yourselves, if you get hurt, leave, you do not need to fight, please leave that to the pros. Other heros are on their way but I can handle it for now."

His class lept into action as he wrapped the small villain in his scarf, stopping her from moving, "you're staying with me, young lady, where the hell are your parents?"

"They cut me off," she giggled, "thought I was a lost cause." As much as this girl was a villain, to hear that someone's parents would do that, though not surprising, was very upsetting; this girl was school age, she still had her entire life ahead of her, yet she was already branded a villain. Aizawa wondered if there was a way a blood quirk could be useful for a hero…

That was besides the point, though, as he turned his eyes to Dabi, glaring daggers at the man as his scarf reached out another tendril to grab him. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Believe it or not, EraserHead," he started, swatting the scarf away with a hand, "we don't want to bother you, we didn't even know you'd be here. We just wanted to rob this place."

"I don't believe you." Aizawa glared at him, not sure whether or not he was telling the truth, it was an awfully odd coincidence afterall, and it wouldn't be the first time the league went after a student.

"Don't then, I'm not bothered with whether you believe me or not, I just want to get this done and go home. I'm sure we can both agree on that."

There was no way in hell that Aizawa was going to let this villain out of his sight, no matter what happened, he did want to keep his distance, however, as he didn’t want Dabi to free the girl. So he turned to the side, keeping himself between the two villains without letting his gaze leave the young man at all.

-

Villains, if there was anything that made Tenya Iida's blood boil just as much as the oil in his engine, it would be villains. Especially the league of villains, those mangey Stain worshippers pushed him close to the edge by their mere existence. So when he heard the announcement over the intercoms and saw the leader of the league press his hand to a support beam, he saw red.

"Midoriya!" He yelled to his small friend, "did you see where Todoroki went? He could help stop the ceiling from collapsing."

"Oh! Ah, no, I didn't see which way he went!" Poor Midoriya seemed to be panicking slightly, and Tenya had to admit he was also very worried. This didn't turn out to be the fun shopping trip that the class had been looking forward to. Iida hadn't wanted to go as much, but he adored his classmates' excitement so he was just as ready for the trip as they were- but he wasn't ready for this.

Uraraka was already touching bits of rubble as it began to fall, "I can hold some of it up while you go get him! Hurry Deku!"

"Why do I have to go? Iida's faster!" He had to admit, Midoriya was right; he was faster. Unfortunately, speed wasn't the only thing they had to account for.

"You're the smallest of the two of us, you will be able to get through even if part of the ceiling collapses on the escalators. I, on the other hand, would likely become trapped."

Midoriya paused for a moment, staring up at him in silence. Tenya couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those shining green eyes of his, he hoped to one day be privy to such thoughts. After a mere second of silence, Midoriya ran off towards the escalator, aiming to find Todoroki or someone else who could help.

Iida's attention turned back to Uraraka, who was struggling to keep the ceiling from falling as that ashen villain laughed and mocked her, calling her all sorts of things. A glance to the side told him that there were still many shoppers stuck on this level, so he raised his hands up, climbing up onto a bench. "Everyone! Please use the escalator and stairs on the left side to get to a higher floor! Don't shove one another and try to remain calm whilst moving as quickly as you can, my classmate and myself will do our best to keep this villain at bay, and there are other UA students present who will do the same until the pro heros arrive! Hurry please and be safe!"

The crowd seemed alright with obeying the orders of a child, heading up the route furthest from the villain. Although Tenya did hear some mumbling about UA's general unsafeness striking once again and he felt a pang of pain for the paperwork this would cause poor Mr Aizawa. He pushed that aside, however, when he heard the villain laughing.

"Aren't you that boy whose brother was left crippled by Stain? To be defeated by such a villain, your brother must have been quite the failure, mustn't he?" The villain's voice was hoarse and raspy, but his words were slow and he made sure that his words were obvious. His lips were incredibly chapped and he had a severed hand hiding his face, much like the other hands on his shoulders and arms. The words the villain spoke made Tenya's blood boil, but not only that, his engine started up of his own accord, heating up slowly on standby mode. He glared at the villain, revving his engines in warning, he didn't want to resort to violence again, but this man was testing his nerve with words like those ones. The villain just smiled, "oh, your parents must have been so disappointed, imagine how they'll feel when they hear you've fallen to a villain as well."

The villain's laughter filled the air as his fingers twitched, but all Tenya could hear was his own engine, roaring in his ears as his legs began to smoke, burning through his pants. He glared at the villain, bowing his frame slightly as he brought his hands up, ready to charge this fiend. "Ha… what are you doing now?" The villain didn't know much about Iida, he likely assumed that the boy was preparing to run away but Iida had too much pride to let such a villain say things about his elder brother.

"Reciprio burst! !"

Rushing forward, he heard Uraraka cry out, "Iida! No!" It was too late by that point, as there was no point Tenya had time to register her words, let alone brake. He crashed into the villain, plowing through into the wall behind said villain. He heard the wall crack against the impact, as well as the crunch from one or two of the villain's bones. That sound made him feel nauseous, he didn't want to hurt people, he hated the idea of causing harm but sometimes his anger got the better of him, and he'd rather this villain hurt than all those civilians.

Hands tried to grab at him, the villain was trying to hurt him, but Iida wasn't going to let that happen, he took the man by the wrists, holding him against the wall as they both slid to the floor, breathing heavily. The villain hissed up at him, the hand having slipped from his face, "you're disgusting, such a wonderful hero aren't you? Causing such blatant damage, even though your friends have warned you not to." Tenya didn't have to look up to see that he was right, the impact from the crash had broken even more of the wall and ceiling than had been broken before and there was a large chunk of wall threatening to fall on them.

He didn't have time to think about the villain's words, he was filled with too much fear and adrenaline. His anger had subsided by now and it took all he had not to panic, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do at this point. Glancing back, he saw Uraraka looking like she was about to be sick from overusing her quirk. "Uraraka!" His own voice sounded a little hoarse at this point, due to his dry it had gotten, his yell had startled her and she looked over at him with worry on her expression, "float me!"

"I can't!" She cried out in response, looking close to tears, "I'm already lifting too much!"

It was at that moment that Todoroki turned up, shooting a wall of ice to help hold up the ceiling. Midoriya followed close behind him, "what's happening?" He cried out, seeing the scene before him.

"Iida can't move without the villain touching him!" Uraraka decided to explain for him, "I can't float him because I'm alre-" she had to choke down puke before continuing, "I'm already carrying too much."

"I can't do much about that," Todoroki admitted, looking concerned but really not sounding it, "but I can try and keep the ceiling up so you carry less?"

"Please..?"

More ice shot up and to the ceiling, trapping some of the falling chunks above the walls and sheets of ice. Tenya could barely see it though, he couldn't keep his eyes off of the villain struggling beneath him. This was the head of the league of villains he believed, and it was very freaky to look down at the guy that had tried to hurt his classmates, the guy who had kidnapped Bakugo and the guy that was currently trying to grab his wrists. Tenya had never feared for his life quite as much as he did in that moment, all he could concentrate on was keeping the villain down and not letting his hands slip, though they were soaked through with sweat.

Drip, drip, drip. Water was dripping down onto him, his breath hitched as a droplet slid down his cheek. "What's happening?" He demanded to know, he was scared, and the only way to keep his voice from shaking was to speak it like an order.

"My ice is melting, it must be the heat from the fires upstairs!" Todoroki had to yell over the screams and explosions that were happening above them but his words were clear to Tenya. The rocks above him were going to fall… that villain's words were a self fulfilling prophecy.

"We have to get out of here!" Midoriya was panicking, you could hear it in his voice, "what do we do?!"

"I'll grab Iida!" A glance behind him let Tenya see Uraraka's hand reaching out to touch him, to make him float, to help him to safety…

then the ceiling caved in.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Extra Part 10

U.A. a school for students to learn how to become the best Pro-Hero. When young Y/n Midoriya returns from her traveling to be accepted through recommendation. What awaits her when she meet the explosive blonde Katsuki Bakugo

Words- 4471

Katsuki Bakugo x Midoriya!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Cousin!Reader

Warning-Spoilers from show and Hero license Arc, and fighting scenes.

Series Masterlist

After everyone had joined they continued on with the exam, “Oh, right for the hundred of you who passed the first test, please turn your attention to the screen,” The screen in front of you lights up showing the arena.

“It’s the test arena,” Izuku comments.

“What happens next?” Uraraka questions. You all watch as buildings begin to explode as well as other parts of the area get destroyed.

“What the hell.” You watch as structures collapse destroy the entirety of the arena.

“There’s only one more round to the exam. Your goal is simple: Undertake rescue exercises and save the bystanders who are trapped in these disaster sites.” The announcer explains the next exam.

Both Kaminari and Mineta look confused “Save the what now?”

“Bystanders. We learned about them in class, remember?” You try to spark their memories, “They’re people at a disaster scene.”

“It can also simply refer to innocent citizens on the street.” Momo adds.

The announcement continues. “Use this time to show us how you will carry out successful rescue procedures once you receive your provisional licenses. Treat this as though it were a real thing.”

“Look on the screen.” Shoji points out

“Little kids and old people?” Sato gasp.

“That’s so dangerous, why are they here?” Mineta adds.

“These specialists have been trained as professional ‘persons in need of rescue’ They’re very popular introducing the ‘Help Us Company’, also known as HUC for short”

Sero crosses his arms looking at the Tv “So, they’re basically actors, I guess?”

“It’s the kind of job you never think about, ribbit.” Asui points out

“But a necessary one in our world, since they support our hero training.” Ojiro noted

“The HUC bystanders have dressed up like injured victims and will be located throughout the disaster site. We'll be judging on how well you keep them safe as you go about your mission, We’ll be scoring you on a point system. If you have more points than the benchmark at the time the exercise ends then you pass the exam. We’ll start in ten minutes and take care of any necessary preparations now.”

Most of your classmates head off to go prepare for the next part of the exam. You head over to one of the tables to grab some water and a quick snack. You could feel a presence next as you went to go reach for some water when they grabbed the one you were going to. You turned and saw it was one of the students from Ketsubutsu you think you met earlier. He hands you the water bottle and you nod confused you could have grabbed it.

“Uh thanks..”

“Yo Shindo.” You nod using your quirk to get a piece of milk bread to come to you as you were too lazy to walk over. Shindo watches in awe as the bread floats to you and you grab it taking a bite from it.

“Um bye.” You said turning around heading towards your classmates, he rushes to follow you getting in front of you.

“Uh your quirk is pretty cool.” He stumbles over his words trying to remain calm in front of you.

“Thanks only gets better with training.” You state taking a sip of your water.

“I’m Yo Shindo.” He holds out his hand.

“You already said that earlier.” You smile when his face turns red and he stumbles over his words rubbing that back of neck.

“It’s fine really, I’m Y/n Midoriya.” You shake his hand giving him a smile he nods. 

“I didn’t see you at the sports festival, did you not participate?” He questioned not remembering your face on the TV.

“I only joined this summer, I used to travel so I got in through recommendation.” You explained and he looked more impressed.

“Wow.” He looked at you as if you created the stars.

You heard shouting and you turned seeing Kaminari and Mineta harassing Izuku, you sigh turning to him. “Sorry I gotta deal with stuff I’ll see you around during the exam.” You give him a wave, him giving you one back and you make your wave to the boys. You throw out the empty bottle, finishing up your bread as you use your quirk to pull Denki and Mineta away from your cowering cousin. “What the hell is going on?” You look at the two boys glaring at Izuku.

“Midoriya got to see that smoking hot babe’s body naked.” Mineta pointed over to a girl from Shiketsu still waving. You release them from your hold pinching your bridge nose sighing.

“I don’t have time for this boy drama.” You turn away from them, Izuku crying out in distress as they go bombarding him again.

“Oh, hey it’s Shiketsu.” Kirishima munches on a piece of bread as their school comes over to you all.

“Bakugo.” Mora greets him. He was the one who was covered in hair

“What.” Bakugo grumbles,

“I think you met Shishikura in the test. My classmate with the flesh-molding power?” 

Bakugo looked uninterested “Yeah. I took him out.”

“I thought so. I’m guessing he may have acted rudely, or perhaps offended you. He has a tendency to try and push his own values onto others. He probably couldn’t help it in your case, since you’re pretty famous. I apologize for him, I’d like to build a good relationship between our schools.” The way he spoke chilled you and it was hard to tell his expression with all that hair.

“I-I guess he wants to be friends?” Mineta shuddered

“So he says.” Izuku is exactly as fearful, “But the way they were fighting, it didn’t seem that way.”

Mora nods walking away “Anyway that’s it.”

You and Kirishima look at each other and shrug and he went to get more food as you watched the Shiketsu students leave. The way Mora acted seemed to hide hidden ideals, you didn’t get to think more as an alarm went off before you were directed to the TV.

“Villains have performed a large-scale terrorist attack spanning all of Insert City Name Here. Since most buildings collapsed there are many injured,” The room around begins to open up again just like before in the beginning “Due to heavily damaged roads, the first responders have unfortunately been delayed for the time being. Until emergency services arrive, the heroes in the arrive will lead the rescue efforts. Your task is to save as many people as you can and help the injured. And with that..” A loud blare goes off and everyone begins to run “BEGIN!” He never stated how this whole point system was going to work so every action counts.

“Let’s start by heading to the nearest urban area. We’ll work as a team as much as possible.” Ida calls out to the class

“You’re going on your own again?” Mina calls out to Bakugo who starts leaving the group and then turns next to you “Are you not going to follow?”

You shook your head following the group in front of you. “Ida’s plan for us to all work as a team will benefit all of us with what the judging is.” You explain.

“Even though this is just a test, it feels pretty real.” Asui looks around the area as you try to find anyone.

“Stay alert!” Ojiro calls out, “be careful of falling debris and explosions.”

You see Izuku stop in front of you turning to face one of the buildings and you go up to him. “What’s wrong Izuku?”

“Do you hear that?” He asks as the group tries to listen and then you hear faint crying. “I hear someone.” Izuku heads in the direction of the cries with the group following behind.

“Help me, please!” Someone calls out and you rush over to him. “My grandpa! He’s been crushed. I think he’s hurt.” He cries and you can see that there is some blood on his forehead.

“Oh no. This looks bad. Where is he?” Izuku analyzes the situation

“This looks bad?” The HUC actor yells breaking character, “That’s points off your score!” and Izuku yelps at his reaction. “The first thing you should do is see how bad my injuries are and if I can walk. I’m breathing kinda weird, too, aren’t I? And didn’t you even notice that I’m bleeding from the head?” He yells at your class, “People with Hero licenses should be able to judge a victim’s condition in an instant!” Are the members of HUC going to be the ones scoring us? “Your gross lack of training is all too apparent right now. You better shape up and pay attention, newbies! You’re not just here to provide aid. Until the police and firefighters show up, you need to exercise authority and make sure this goes off smoothly. Think of the victims here. They must be terrified. There are many aspects of being a hero. But take note, there is one thing to keep in mind above all else. Anyone in need of reducing is having the worst day of their lives. And the first thing you said was ‘This looks bad’? Seriously?” He scolds you all and you see Izuku slap his hands to his face.

“Hey! It’s fine!” Izuku gives him a smile bending down to his level. There is a brief pause before the actor gets back into character crying

“Over there! My grandpa!”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll definitely save him. I can carry this boy to the first aid station myself. You guys, go on without me!” Izuku reassures the actor while addressing the group. You nod heading off to go find more bystanders. It had been a while traveling through the rubble and debris being wary of explosions and such.

“Wait, look, someone is trapped under here.” Momo points over to where you see a elderly man under debris, “I believe he is still conscious.” She deduces. 

“I’ll use my quirk to get him out.” Uraraka begins to make her way over but Momo stops her.

“That wall near him looks like it will collapse.” Momo creates metal poles and directs Sero to use his tape to stabilize the wall, then Uraraka went and removed the rubble slowly. There wasn’t much for you and your other classmates as the three of them worked.

“We aren’t going to save anyone just standing here.” Mineta whined and for once the little creep was right.

“It would be smart for our class to split up into smaller groups.” Shoji suggested and you all nodded.

“Our best way of passing is communicating and working together with the other schools to save the civilians.” Ida states. You go off into smaller groups, you are with Mina, Jiro, and Ojiro. You had to travel further into the city looking for any victims.

“Hear anything Jiro?” Mina asked the girl kneeling her earphone jacks inserted into the ground. She stood up and pointed towards where the highway you fought at in the beginning of the exam was destroyed.

You headed over to the location and that when Mina called out the three of you. “Guys I found someone, hey you’re going to be okay I have friends here to help you.” You went to where Mina was and she was calming down an older man. 

“He doesn’t have any abnormal responses but his leg is pinned down and we have to be careful if the highway has any falling rubble.” Mina explained pointing to the location where you could see his leg was pin down his pant leg was red but you knew it wasn’t really blood.

“Please help me I can’t feel my leg!” the man cried.

“It’s going to be okay sir, Ojiro you and I will lift the rubble up and Mina and Jiro as soon as you can pull him out, this area isn’t that stable so we need to be careful but also quick.” You ordered and they nodded. Mina and Jiro got into position, Mina holding underneath his arms and Jiro by his legs. Ojiro placed his tail underneath the rubble and your hands glowed red. “Ready, 1..2..3!” You and Ojiro pulled the rock up and Mina and Jiro pulled him out. The two girls pulled him a safe distance for you both to let go of the rubble. They helped the man up to his feet letting him put his weight on the two of them. “Okay let’s get you to a safe location.” You all made your way out of the destroyed highway zone to more clearer areas. Suddenly you could feel rumbling and loud explosions towards the area where you all started at the beginning of the exam.

“Isn’t that where the shelter zone is at?” Jiro commented and an announcement came over the stadium.

“Villains have appeared and they are wreaking havoc on the city, the heroes must suppress them as well continue carrying out rescue maneuvers.”

“Villains and continuing rescue operations? They really want to make this as really as possible.” Jiro points out as you head away from the explosion.

“The only thing we can do is find a new location for civilians and hope any students nearby are dealing with the situation.” Ojiro adds and you all focus on the task at hand. You had found the other examinees setting up a new shelter area and more students with bystanders showing up. You were a reasonable distance from the fight and you could see the occasional gust of wind and fire. You had looked over the examinees and citizens trying to see if you could find Izuku.

“You should go help them.” You turn and see Mina looking at you, you shook your head turning back to people resetting up the shelter zone.

“I’ll be better helping here if we need to move again. Anyway my quirk is better for defense then combat.” You go back to helping pass medical equipment to one of the examinees checking a bystander.

“I’ve seen you fight in training during school and when we don’t have classes. Your quirk is definitely more than just defense, you can move things with your freakin mind. You could end that fight in seconds, they need you Y/n.” She pulls you away from helping and pushing you into the direction of the fight, “So go over there and show those people in the stands that you are going to be the next number one.” You smiled taking a deep breath in and turned back to her.

“You are literally my favorite.” She laughed, shooing you off and you sent a quick wave before turning towards the fight and taking off running. You could see both Shoto and that one student from Shiketsu trying to fight the “villain” who was Gang Orca. You remember seeing him during the Kamino Raid. Whenever Todoroki tried using his fire and Yoarashi with his wind they both cancelled each other or didn’t affect Gang Orca at all. Todoroki tried using his fire again but Yoarashi used his wind quirk which deflected his flames in the wrong direction. 

Heading towards a paralyzed Shindo “No! He’ll be incinerated!” Todoroki thinks unable to stop the flames heading towards the student. Right before the flames can reach two people reach there at the same time. Izuku using his enhanced speed to rescue Shindo, and Y/n landing previously where the boy was using her quirk to stop the flames.

“Dammit what are you two doing!” Izuku yells at the two of them, bringing Shindo to a safer distance.

“Are you two really bicker during a fight.” You commented as Gang Orca’s goons came your way. They had fired their cement guns towards you but you stopped the cement mid-flight sending it back their way. You stuck multiple people together with the cement, keeping your distance to not get over crowded with a more mid-range attack. While you were focused on his sidekicks, Gang Orca grabs Todoroki and uses his soundwave on Yoarashi, knocking him out of the sky. You send a wave of energy towards Gang Orca’s sidekicks sending them flying back rushing over to a falling Yoarashi. You used your quirk to soften his impact with the ground. Facing Gang Orca you got ready to fight your eyes turning red as energy surrounding your hands.

“You're foolish thinking you can take me on by yourself.” He tries to intimidate you.

“As long as those civilians are safe I’ll fight you with everything I got!” You call, a smirk appears on his face as he makes his way towards you. He uses his sonic wave to immobilize you, bringing your hands up to block his attack with a force field getting pushed back by the strength of it even when protected. Running to him going into a close combat fight, throwing punches mixed in with the psionic energy. Gang Orca is pushed back when you throw a ball of energy at his chest, his feet digging into the floor. ‘Just keep fighting until everyone is safe and rescued’ You remind yourself. Punches and kicks are thrown, Gang Orca using his Sonic wave but you keep putting up a force field protecting you.

“How long will you be able to last?” He sees your reaction time getting slower to his attacks. You get back up to your feet ready to keep fighting. Gang Orca sends another Sonic Wave towards you stronger and faster than the other ones. You are not going to be able to protect yourself. Bring your arms up hoping that you have a small force field so you are not fully immobilized. You don’t feel any pain or effect of his quirk, then you hear struggling.

There was Gang Orca cover in a light red haze, your hands had energy a darker red than it’s ever been. “My quirk..” you hear him struggle trying to use his sonic wave to break out of your grasp but he couldn’t. 

Dropping your hands the red disappears and he quickly attacks while you are confused on what happened. You flew back, rolling landing on your back looking up to the sky. Your ears rang and you could hear you breathing most noise muffled as the fight continued around you. Why can’t I hear? Turning your head when you felt a wave of heat and there was a huge fire tornado, when did this happen? You couldn’t do anything but watch as the blazing whirlwind is destroyed by Gang Orca who was inside it. You didn’t get to view the rest of the fight when your vision was turned away by Mina who is kneeling above you. Her mouth was moving talking to you but everything was muffled.

“What…” you gazed up at your friend as she helped you up from laying down to sitting up.

Slowly her voice became more clear and the noise around you returned. “Y/n are you okay when the rest of us came to help I saw you on the ground and thought the worst.” You nodded and looked around and saw Izuku standing next to Gang Orca but they weren’t fighting. Before you could question the loud speaker came on.

“All your scores have been tallied. For those who have suffered injuries, head to the infirmary and for those who aren’t to change back into their normal clothes and await for further instructions.” So the exam was over and all you did in the end was stare at the sky.

“Come one let’s get you checked out.” She grabbed your arm helping you to your feet. You both made your way out of the arena when you felt eyes on you. Looking back you saw Gang Orca looking at you, looking back forward you let Mina lead you away. How did I do that? After being checked out you had a bit of a concussion when you got hit at the end of the fight, but it didn’t explain the bloody nose and blood coming from your ears.

You got cleaned up and changed back into your school uniform gathered in front of a screen. “Okay. Everyone, thanks for your hard work in today’s exam. Now before I announce the results. I should probably explain the way we evaluated you, between HUC and those of us at the Heroes public Safety Commission. We had a two-fold demerit system that we used to determine your total scores. In other words, we were evaluating you based on how few mistakes you made in a crisis situation. Anyway, the names of those who passed are listed here in alphabetical order. Keep my words in mind as you search the screen for your name.” The screen in front of you all turns on with a list of names. Come M.. Midoriya. You look through all the M’s and there it was Midoriya Y/n. You passed! 

Mina tackles you into a hug “We both passed look at us! One step closer to being Pros.” You laugh as you other classmates freak out about passing. You glance through the board and can’t find Bakugo’s name.

“Todoroki!” You all turn to see Yoarashi slamming his head into the ground in front of Todoroki. “I’m sorry! It’s my fault that you failed the test. My focus was too narrow minded.”

Todoroki doesn’t move before stepping forward. “You’re fine. I was the one that got us off to a bad start. And thanks to the things you said to me, I have a lot to think about.”

“Holy crap. Did he really fail?” Mina asked

“How could our top two classmates not pass the exam?” Sero said out loud. 

“Shoulda been more careful what you said. Words are important, you know.” Denki teases Bakugo and Bakugo looks ready to kill.

“Shut your mouth before I murder you.” He hissed and Denki's face went pale. 

“Those entitled people at the top think so highly of themselves, don’t they?” Mineta joins into the conversation, “Their own egos are their worst enemies.” He grabs onto Todoroki’s shoulder “Looks like our class hierarchy is collapsing”

A red haze surrounds Mineta and he’s thrown away from your classmates. Todoroki gives you a nod and thanks and you respond, but a sharp pain in your head has you hissing pressing a hand to your forehead.

“You okay Y/n?” Mina looks over at you but you wave her off.

“I’m fine, I probably shouldn’t use my quirk with a concussion.”

“When did you get that.” Sero asked as you stopped rubbing your head feeling better.

“When I was fighting Gang Orca.”

“You fought Gang Orca!” Denki and Sero yelled, making your head hurt more and they lowered their voices.

“He’s like the number 10 Hero and you like actually fought him.” Denki asked and you nodded.

“Todoroki and Yoarashi were down and everyone was busy with the evacuation. I did what I could but then…” You froze remembering Gang Orca struggling unable to use his quirk, but you can’t stop people’s quirks right? Your friends look at you confused when you stopped talking to tell what happened, “Um… all I remember after a bit was that I was on the ground with Mina there and the exam was over, not a big deal.”

The boys nodded and Mina squeezed your hand and you didn’t see Bakugo still staring at you. What really happened in that fight.

“So next we’ll give you the printouts of your results. They include a breakdown of your scores, so you’ll know exactly what areas you need to improve going forward.” People came out handing out papers to each of you giving a breakdown on your profile during the exam. “We lopped off points when you did something wrong. Fall below 50, and you’re done. These demerits are itemized on your result forms, as you’ll see so I’d look at them.”

“Mina what did you get?” You looked off your paper turning to your friend who was glazing over hers.

“I got a 80 seems I’m pretty good at these things, what about you?”

“Eh I got a 85 they mainly took points off when I went to fight by myself instead of helping the evacuation or at least bring someone with me.”

Mina's arm went over your shoulder pulling you into a side hug. “I think you did the right thing. You were able to single handedly fight a Pro on your own, that’s freaking awesome.” you smile thanking her and the announcer continued on, 

“Anyway, moving forward those of you who passed can exercise the same authority as pro heroes, but only during emergency situations. In other words fighting villains, saving the victims of criminal acts or accidents. You may act using your best judgement with no direct orders. Keep in mind that your every action from now on carries with it the deep responsibility toward bettering society, and that the world is watching you. I’m sure you’re aware that All Might, our greatest hero, no longer has his incredible power. One of the reasons crime in this county has been so low is due to his presence. With that deterrent gone, criminals are sure to become bolder and more widespread. Expect the balance we currently have in our world to be destroyed, and for things to change quickly.”

“You young people will be the hope for our future. It’s Imperative that you become exemplary heroes. That your reputation grows to suppress crime as did his. Remember the license you earn today is provisional and you still have much to do. I would like for you to think of yourselves as fledglings, and be even more diligent in your studies. And as for those who fell short and did not pass. We don’t have time for you to feel bitter about your loss. Instead, we offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After you attend a three-month-long special course and pass an individual test, we plan to issue a provisional license to those of you who failed as well. In order for us to reach the idyllic future that I just spoke of, we’re going to need as many good heroes on the streets as we can get. The first round was one to weed people out. But we would like to grow the 100 selected in that test as much as possible. That's' why we watched you all until the very end. So we can see for ourselves that you each have promise. That once your shortcomings are corrected, you have the potential to be as great as your fellow classmates. This special course will keep you busy as it will run concurrently with your normal studies. You’re welcome to retake the exam in April if you prefer to wait.” He had finished his speech and with that the provisional license exam was complete.

[kaoru-takaida]

MHA Collab Fanfic

CHAPTER 3: The Meaning of Strength

When the bus stops at the rest stop, two Pro Heroes with cat outfits reveal themselves to the class. Ones Kaoru is very familiar with. Both Kaoru and Midoriya gasp in excitement. "Oh wow! My Uncle is a big fan!" Kaoru tells Bakugou. Bakugou seems distracted however. "Hm?" Kaoru looks over at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Why'd we stop in the middle of nowhere?" He asks. Before they knew what was happening, the other students were bolting towards the bus.

"Eh?" And in the blink of an eye, all of Kaoru's classmates had been swept over the cliffside by a wave of dirt and earth. Even Kaoru lost their footing but before they could stumble over the cliff, Aizawa uses his capture scarf to snag Kaoru. It winds around them and he yanks Kaoru back up, holding them up like a fish on a hook. "Mr. Aizawa?"

"Before you go off with the rest of them, I need to have a little chat with you." He says. Kaoru keeps a perplexed look on their face. He holds up his cellphone showing multiple missed calls. "Your uncle has been trying to call me… consistently…"

Kaoru grimaces nervously, recognizing the number. "He left a message saying he wanted you to come back home. Be honest, should I listen to him?"

Kaoru looks away for a second. "I, uh." They hesitate. "I'm not sure what you're asking." Kaoru replies.

Aizawa sighs. "I'm asking if there's a reason why he'd be worried and whether or not I should drag you back by force."

Kaoru clenches thier fist. Down on the ground as everyone fights a dirt clod created by Pixie Bob in the form of a beast, Bakugou and Kirishima take a second to look up at the cliff where Aizawa has Kaoru dangling by his scarf, talking. He scowls. "Wonder what they're talking about." Kirishima says. Bakugou scoffs.

"Like I care." He says, looking for the next threat. He charges into the fold. Kirishima takes one last glance at Kaoru and Aizawa and follows Bakugou.

Aizawa's eyes are wide at Kaoru's explanation. They give him a look that he can only place as a mixture of concern, sadness, and pleading. "You're kidding me…" He says.

Kaoru's scowls a bit now. "Mr. Aizawa… " Kaoru clenches their fists at their side. "I… want to be a Hero. I want to get stronger, train harder." They look at the ground below them. "I would be on my hands and knees begging you, but…" They look up at him, eyebrows pursed. "Please, sir, let me stay."

Aizawa looks at Kaoru for a good long moment, contemplating what to do. This kid… He closes his eyes now. "Alright. I'll call and let him know you're staying." He looks off at the distance, no doubt where the camp base was in the middle of the forest. "Besides, you're as safe as you're gonna get. Only a select few knows where we'll be." He gives Kaoru one last look. "Not even the League should be able to find us"

Kaoru sighs in relief. "Thank you so much." They say, bowing their head a bit. Aizawa gently lowers Kaoru to the ground below.

"Now get going." He orders.

They nod, giving him a determined smile. "Yes, sir!" They say. Kaoru runs off to catch up with their classmates. Aizawa rubs the back of his neck watching Kaoru a moment.

I'll have to keep my eye on them… He thinks to himself. His cellphone starts to ring and he looks at the number. "Of course."

Kaoru tries to keep their cool, but can't help but feel their blood boil at the thought of their uncle harassing their teacher. They sprint through the forest. I don't care what Uncle thinks. Kaoru spots a huge dirt clod monster as they catch up with the other students. They activate their Quirk, sprinting even faster as energy builds within their fox paw feet. They spring upward and drop onto the dirt clod monster's head. An explosion rings out and a small puff of flames makes the beast's head burst as Kaoru kicks down on it with both paws. I WILL become a hero. No matter what. Kaoru flips backward and lands on all fours with a soft landing. The beast crumbles away. They watch as the chunks of dirt fall. And then I'll find out the whole truth behind my existence.

After reaching the camp a little after 5pm, Kaoru collapses next to Kaminari and Sero. Kaoru pants, exhausted, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood. Sero and Kaminari give them a wide eyed look of surprise. "Wow, Kaoru. You really pushed yourself out there, huh?" Sero asks. Kaoru sits up, tucking their legs under them and their skirt.

"Yeah." They take a deep breath, wiping dirt from their cheek. "My Quirk only allows me to amplify my output of energy by combining my own strength with the energy I take in. As a result, endurance matches and drawn out battles aren't really my forte."

Kaminari puts a hand to his chin. "I guess that makes sense. Even your Quirk has its limits."

Aizawa walks up behind the three of them. "Kaoru's limit is a bit easier to hit than the rest of you students." Aizawa explains. "Over in the U.S., few schools tailor their teaching of Quirks individually like we do." Kaminari and Sero frown. "Instead they'll focus on what all Quirks have in common and teach in ways that everyone could benefit." Aizawa puts a hand out, gesturing to Kaoru who doesn't look too pleased remembering this fact. "Think about it as the difference between regular school and prestigious academies. Kaoru, having only studied in regular education for a year and being home schooled a majority of their life, is severely behind compared to the rest of you."

Kaoru's ears drop down and they give a bitter and embarrassed glance to Sero and Kaminari. "I had to study like crazy to pass the special transfer exam for U.A." Kaoru admits. "It was the only thing I focused on for months. And my uncle practically beat the lessons into me. And then, I still had to keep in shape and focus on my Quirk for the physical aptitude exam."

Aizawa nods. "In the physical exam, there was a lot of wasted effort and things that could definitely be improved on." Kaoru glances at Kaminari and Sero. Then they look around at the rest of the class.

He's right. Everyone here is ahead of me by a whole semester. They've survived the USJ attack where they had to fight for their lives with villains. Kaoru looks down at their hands on the ground. And then they all proved how skilled and talented they were in the sports festival. I need to catch up, or else I'll be left behind. Kaoru pouts a bit, looking away.

Kaminari looked up at Mr. Aizawa. "That's right. Kaoru mentioned something about taking a special physical practical exam before. I'm curious. What exactly did that mean?" He asks.

Aizawa smiles now with a scary, almost sadistic smile. "They had to go toe to toe with yours truly to see if they were worthy to pass." Kaoru grimaces and tenses, shuddering at the memory.

Sero and Kaminari give them a panicked look. "That sounds horrifying!" They say in unison.

Kaoru sighs to themself, leaving the girl's room. After carrying their stuff in, they were starving. "Hey, idiot." Bakugou's voice says. Kaoru sees him walking toward them, hands in his uniform's pants pockets. Just like them, Bakugou was all battered and bruised from fighting the monster dirt clods in the forest. Kaoru's eyes light up.

"Oh. Bakugou. Got all your stuff in the boys' room?" Kaoru asks.

Bakugou scoffs. "Of course I did. It was a piece of cake." Kaoru blinks as he grows quiet. "I wanted to say that you didn't need to defend me when Aizawa was about to punish me the other day."

Kaoru purses their eyebrows. "But, Bakugou, that was all my fault. You didn't deserve to be punished."

Bakugou sighs. "I did. I acted like an ass. So…" He scowls. "Just take it, okay?"

Kaoru cocks an eyebrow, tilting their head to the side, ears perked. "Take what?" Kaoru asks after a few seconds of awkward silence . "I'm confused."

Bakugou purses his lips into a small frown, looking a bit irritated. "I... didn't need your apology either… Not when I was the one who needed to apologize first. But you went and did it anyway. Just like how you defended me." He says softly.

Kaoru's eyes widened with realization. He's trying to say "thank you", huh? Kaoru smiles a small smile. And trying to apologize, too… What a weirdo. He can't just say it, can he? Kaoru thinks. "Oh. I see." Kaoru gives him a bigger, brighter smile. "Yeah. You're right. You didn't need me to. But I did anyway."

Bakugou's eyebrow twitches slightly and he grimaces. "What's with that stupid look on your face?" He hisses.

Kaoru laughs lightly. "Oh. It's nothing."

Bakugou scoffs again. "Whatever, dumbass." He turns and waves for Kaoru to follow. "Anyway, those weird cat ladies are serving dinner. Let's get some food before there's none left, moron."

Kaoru catches up to him. "You know what! To make it up to me, why don't you let me call you Kacchan?"

"What?! No way in hell!"

"Aw. Please?"

"I said no."

"Pretty please?"

"Ugh. If I let you, will you leave me the hell alone?"

"Probably not."

"Then the answer is still no!"

"Nah, I think I'll call you Kacchan anyway."

"Do it and I'll kill you!"

"Haha!"

"So, why do you want to be a Hero?" Kaoru asks Bakugou. He stops eating, halting his chopsticks.

"Huh?"

Kaoru smiles. "I'm curious. What made you want to be a hero?" Kaoru takes a sip of their tea. "I can't really imagine you wanting to be anything else. So it makes me curious."

Bakugou scoffs. "Why would I tell you that?" He says, taking another bite, clearly dodging the question. Kaoru shrugs and takes a bite of their own rice. Bakugou looks over, chewing his food quietly. He swallows and then very nonchalantly asks. "What about you?" Kaoru looks up at him, mid chew. They point to themself. "Why would you want to be a hero?" Bakugou asks.

Kaoru considers it a moment before swallowing their food. "I… can't really explain it." Kaoru begins. "A part of me just yearns to be a hero. And then another part of me wants to be strong." Kaoru places their bowl onto the table. They look around to double check if any of the other students were listening. They were all going about with their meals. It was just Kaoru and Bakugou at this table, so Kaoru sighs a bit before looking at him. "To be honest, this is a secret, but I've been running from something big for as long as I can remember." Bakugou's eyebrow clenched into a concerned scowl. Kaoru looks down at the scars on their hands. "A group of people are after me from what my uncle told me. I… actually have no memory of my childhood. The first memory I actually have is of the night my uncle found me."

"Found you?" Bakugou asks.

Kaoru nods. They smile a sad smile. "My uncle is actually my adoptive parent. My guardian." Kaoru closes their eyes. "I guess he found me in a very very dangerous situation, and saved me before I could be killed." Kaoru clenches their fists. "I don't remember much. But he took me in and took care of me." Kaoru smiles a sad smile at Bakugou now. "I want to be a Hero who can save people. The way my uncle saved me."

Kaoru leaves the girl's locker room at the hot springs. They'd decided to turn in early, but is caught by surprise as Mr. Aizawa walks up to them. "Teacher…" Kaoru says.

He points behind him with his thumb. "You have a moment?" Moments later, Kaoru and Aizawa are seated in the lobby area. Aizawa hands Kaoru a canned coffee with milk and sugar from the vending machine.

They give a little bow with their head before taking it. "Thank you, teacher." They say. Aizawa pulls a chair back and sits across the table from them. He opens his own can of black coffee and takes a sip. Kaoru opens their own can and takes a sip.

"The other students have a general idea of how to progress their Quirks." Aizawa begins. "I pulled you aside to ask you how you'd like to improve yours." Aizawa sets his can down on the table now. "It's important because what you do to improve your Quirk here will greatly impact how you use it in the future. And coming from a schooling system that lacked individuality, you're far behind in the progression of your Quirk compared to the students here." Kaoru rubs the side of their coffee can with one finger, looking rather discouraged. "I'm not saying this to make you feel inadequate. U.A. accepts only the best and brightest. And you got in with flying colors." Kaoru doesn't respond, looking very upset. Aizawa lifts his eyebrows slightly. "Do you need help finding a way? Or…" He then gives them a concerned look. "Was there something bothering you?"

Kirishima walks away from the boy's locker room towards the lobby. He stops, hearing voices. "I'm sorry I'm causing so much trouble." Kaoru's voice says. Kirishima stays put, just around the corner, curious. "It seems like that's all I've been doing since I transferred to U.A."

Aizawa shakes his head. "With a school and class like the one you're in, things are bound to get complicated and hard." Aizawa crosses his arms. "Think you can tell me why you're really in U.A.?" Kirishima cocks an eyebrow. "You told me about a group of people who are after you." Kirishima feels his heart sink.

People are after Kaoru? Should I be eavesdropping? I mean in retrospect, eavesdropping isn't really all that manly but…

"But having seen the news about the USJ incident, directly involving our class, why did you choose class A?" Aizawa asks Kaoru.

Kirishima's interest is piqued further by the question. He holds his ground, his back against the wall. He's talking about the League of Villains attacking the USJ. He's right. If people are after Kaoru, why'd they decided to join our class specifically knowing they might be put in danger? Kirishima wonders.

Kaoru swallows hard. Looking down, their eyes hidden in shadow. "I want to get stronger to become a Hero." Kaoru says. They grip their pajama pants now. "My uncle doesn't want me here because he thinks I'm in danger and that I can't take care of myself and that I need protecting. But…"

When Kaoru doesn't finish the sentence, Aizawa presses them. "'But'?"

Kaoru looks up at Aizawa, scowling. "I want to be strong! Like All Might!" Aizawa's eyes widened. Kirishima feels his jaw drop. "I'm tired of not being able to do anything to help or even be able to fend for myself!" Kirishima chokes a bit, those words sinking in and making him see Kaoru completely differently. Someone he could relate to. "I want to save people, and do so without needing to be saved myself!" Kaoru clenches their fists. "All I've ever known is being protected and cared for by Uncle. But I don't want that anymore." Kaoru grasps at their hoodie, at their heart. "I want to be able to take care of Uncle too! To be strong enough to take care of others and save others!" They look away, a bitter look on their face as they clench their teeth, the grip on their shirt tightening. "But I can't do that if I'm weak and need to be saved or taken care of." Kaoru lifts a fist with their free hand. "I want my power to be used to save others and help the ones who need it. I want my power to be used to be a Hero." Kaoru smiles. "I chose class 1A because I saw how your students were in the Sports Festival."

Aizawa gives Kaoru a questionable look. "The Sports festival, huh?"

Kaoru nods. "I heard your commentary and saw how determined Class 1A was. That's when I decided to join this class. I saw this class, and wanted to be right there with them all." Kaoru claps their fist into the palm of their hand. "I want to see them become heroes too! And I want to be a hero!"

Kirishima can't help but smile to himself at hearing this. We're pretty similar in more ways than I thought. Kirishima thinks. Kirishima decides to walk away now, satisfied with hearing Kaoru's declaration and resolve. Hearing Kaoru say those things makes me even more determined to improve. He clenches his fists, lifting them up, looking at them in front of him as he walks. I know they said they prefer neutral or female pronouns but I gotta admit. That speech of theirs was pretty manly. He drops his fists, walking towards the boy's room. I can't let them show me up! I'll get stronger too! I can't wait!

Back in the lobby, Aizawa gives the fox girl an intrigued grin. "There you go." He tells them. "That's the conviction I needed to see from you." He points at Kaoru. "So do you know how you want to improve?"

Kaoru nods. "Yes, sir!" They smile at him. "Thank you, Teacher." They look down at their hands. "I guess saying things out loud like that can help you work through a problem. I'll have to remember that."

Aizawa nods. "Your teachers and I want you and all of your classmates to succeed to become the best heroes you can be. Just remember that." Kaoru nods. He sighs. "For you… that starts with calling your Uncle."

Kaoru gives him a spacey look, completely not expecting that. "Eh?"

Aizawa gives Kaoru a threatening glare. "For the love of God, call that man and get him to stop calling me."

Kaoru shivers, cowering a little, their ears pulled back in fear as their tail tucks between their legs. "Okay. W-Will do, sir."

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Chapter 21 - Hero Name

Chapter 20

After the sports festival, Iida's big brother was all over the news. It turned out that he was attacked in Hosu City, Tokyo. The person responsible apparently already killed 17 heroes in the past, and hurt 23 heroes so badly that they were beyond recovery. He is known as the elusive hero killer, Stain. The first thing Y/N did after reaching home and hearing the news was to send him a text about her concerns. But Iida soon called her, telling her not to worry about it at all.

She knew it wasn't fine. It was the tone he was talking in. There was something different. He was upset but she couldn't push him to talk about the issue. They weren't that close and she thought that he needed some time. As if it wasn't enough that he was going through such a hard time, that the media was speaking about it daily. But that wasn’t all that they focused on.

In the days after the sports festival ended, Y/N wasn't left so alone by the paparazzi after the revelation of her identity and her family background. They were there whenever she was out with her friends, or with her family - all eager to get some reaction out of her about the viral picture of her and Todoroki. She was just glad that it wasn't as inappropriate, as she feared. But well, some of the media was ruthless as usual and so was some of the comments. While most articles about her were positive, some of them were used mainly to slander her brother and family's image. That was their target anyway. To find some kind of dirt in the entertainment industry, especially an idol that the public adored. Y/N might've been kept away from such things by her parents but she knew all about how media worked and what would make people click on their content.

But she was glad that her brother also had some really good number of fans who criticized the articles. Although her parents did have the power to take the articles down because of defamation, they didn't do it. According to Y/N's own words, she didn't want her parents to interfere or take any steps on behalf of her. That will give more ideas to the media about how "her influential family were making sure to shut them up with their power". And besides, she wasn't under their company that they will file "defamation" against them.

The next day after the sports festival, Y/N woke up in the afternoon and the first thing she did was to check the social media, ofcourse. Her phone was blowing up. She gained a good number of followers but then she did notice the viral pictures and videos.

Todoroki was melting the ice stuck on her feet and holding onto her waist and balancing her weight. After a moment when the ice was halfway melted, Todoroki hugged her close, making sure she didn't fall on her ass and cause anymore injury. Her head slowly moved forward and rested on his chest. When he was done melting the ice, the medical team came and took her in.

Oh, these pictures and videos had some creative headlines too.

'Endeavor's son and Y/L/N's daughter gives off a cinematic ending!' , 'Todoroki melts ice for Y/N, along with our hearts! ' , 'A new bubbling love in hero course.'

And ofcourse, the comments under it. Some were really nasty - nitpicking on her physical appearance, her flaws, how she's not cut out for hero course, how she could've been better as an idol like Haruto. But some were really good - appreciating her powers, her incredible moves on Iida and Shiozaki, how she was the only girl on the top three position.

She avoided meeting with Shinsou in fear of getting him dragged in another controversy, but they did start talking. Although, she knew she had to give a statement about all the rumors and she was more than ready to give a piece of her mind. She talked to Todoroki about it and apologized for involving him in anything like this. One thing that she learned from her attempt to befriend Shinsou for her benefit is that "communication is the key" and apologizing helps lighten the burden of carrying a guilt.

And obviously, class 1-A group chat was filled with her classmates teasing both of them except for some like Tokoyami, Momo and Bakugou.

After her little bold statement on her way home, she felt a bit shy to talk to him again. Yes, she did look at him with her cheeks going red but she knew she needed to do this. So that Bakugou couldn't suspect anything. He would be suspicious if she avoided looking at him completely.

But the thing is...it felt like even Bakugou was avoiding speaking to her. It just became awkward. She didn't know how to start talking and he had no idea what to talk or tease her about when he knew the kind of reaction he had on his face, the time she left.

He was blushing, but he wasn't sure if she noticed it. If she did, it would definitely feel awkward talking to her. And for Bakugou to feel like this was a first for him. He never felt awkward to talk to someone. He always had one outburst and it was enough for the other person to talk back to him. They were always fighting and teasing each other, sure, but it turned out to be difficult when both of them spoke their minds for the very first time to each other. They spoke sincerely with each other and he was aware of that.

When Y/N entered the class, her friends weren't teasing her about the incident anymore when they learned how it upset her. She looked at her seat and the blonde sitting before her, who was looking out of the window, his face resting on his hand.

She quietly walked and sat down with a sigh leaving her lips. Kyoka along with Midoriya joined to talk to her.

"So? How did it go? What did you say to the reporters?" Kyoka asked.

"When I came out of the house, some of the reporters were already there, so I just decided to listen to them for once. Besides, it looked like some of these reporters were rookies. And I just said that he is a friend and because I was in a bad situation, he just decided to help me out. And that was what any hero would've done in their situation. If he is going to be a hero, then he will help millions of people out there," Y/N said, "And I said, instead of following around an idol's sister for a topic that most of the public won't care about unless it involves my family, they should concentrate on other news. They would never get a hot topic out of me."

"And that's it right? You didn't go overboard with your rant right?" Midoriya questioned her nervously.

"....No."

"You fucking did, didn't you?" Kyoka sighed, furrowing her brows.

"Look it wasn't too harsh and they did infact leave me alone. I just said that all those companies that made articles like this are all listed by Haruto's agency and they know now exactly who are after to slander their image or make money out of misinformations. It would take them one word from me and my parents to file a restraining order against all of them and get police protection if they further continue to follow me or are seen anywhere near our neighborhood. I was polite."

"Darling, you need to understand that you are pretty fucking rude even when you talk politely. You'll be lucky if they don't hate you after that." Kyoka said.

"Nah, I just asked them to work on something they are genuinely passionate about. Not only would they enjoy it, they will also make sure it is done perfectly. And I am sure their news agency would appreciate the work when it's done. I just gave them some pep talk and support, that's it. Besides, I'm sure they didn't become journalists to stalk some celebrity's sister."

"Does everyone in our class talking about themselves getting famous bother you?" Midoriya asked.

"What? No, ofcourse not. Dude, even I enjoy some attention. You know, about my abilities and stuff. But not this much where they'll follow me everywhere. That shit is annoying."

The door opened and Aizawa walked in saying, "Morning."

"Ribbit, Mr. Aizawa you don't have bandages anymore. That's good news." Tsuyu said.

"The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment. Anyway, we have a big class today on Hero Informatics," Aizawa replied, "You need codenames. Time to pick your hero identities. This is related to the pro hero draft picks the last time we were in class together. Normally students don't have to worry about their draft yet, not until they're in the second or third year actually. But your class is different. Infact, by extending offers to first years like you, pros are investigating on your potential. Any offers can be resended if their interest in you dies down before graduation."

"So what you're saying is that we've still got to prove ourselves after we gotten recruited?" Toru asked.

"Correct." Aizawa said and turned around, "Now here are the totals for those of you got offers."

The board didn't have everyone's name. Ofcourse, Todoroki and Bakugou got the most with 4123 and 3556 offers respectively. And then there was Y/N Y/L/N with 1812 offers. She didn't expect much because of the recent rumors and fainting during the fight, but half of her knew some would contact her in the hope of getting exposure and fame.

And she just needed some information from her parents about which hero agency is associated with which other companies, if she wanted to work on her skill. Oh yeah, Y/N wanted to work on her quirk control. She needed to know more about her quirk.

"In past years it was more spread out. But there's a pretty huge gap this time." Aizawa said.

"Todoroki got the most ahead of Bakugou?" Kyoka commented.

"Yeah, it's the opposite of how they were placed in the festival." Kirishima said.

"They probably weren't eager to work with a guy who had to be chained up in the end." Sero said.

"If I scared a pro, they're just weak!" Bakugou yelled, as expected.

"Nah, I think most of them just find you hard to deal with." Y/N muttered.

"I can hear you bastard!" Bakugou said, looking at her. She looked back up, trying her best to suppress her smile, relieved that not much has changed between them. Bakugou looked at her expression and it reminded him of what they talked about. Within two seconds, he whipped his head back and was staring at Aizawa.

Aizawa continued, ignoring the comments, "But every single one of you have to work under a hero. Eventhough you have an idea of how villains attack, working alongside of proheros is good for experience and knowledge how things work. And for that you need hero names. Keep in mind, this these hero names are going to be temporary. But take them seriously, or -"

"-you'll have hell to pay later." Midnight completed his sentence and walked in the class.

Aizawa took out his sleeping bag and said before getting in, "Midnight's going to have final approval over your names. It's not my forte."

Y/N looked at the white board passed on to her by Bakugou in front of her. She took it and passed the rest back. Looking around the class, she observed some done in seconds while some staring at the white board. She knew that if she named herself something awful, it might be stuck with her forever, especially when media has a few eyes set on her. A number of people went before her, but she finally found a name. Something that described her quirk and, well, she heard a conspiracy theory about it. Slowly, Y/N raised her hand as Midnight called her.

She blushed looking at the whole class staring at her and said, "I-I like the name - Europa." She immediately heard Midnight's enthusiastic voice reacting to her choice of hero name, and felt relieved.

"Excellent choice! You named it after Jupiter's moon which has an ocean of liquid water beneath the ice?"

"Yes ma'am." She smiled in contentment and went back to her seat.

She peeked from behind Bakugou's shoulder trying to look at his name. He immediately shot his head back and looked at her with a frown, feeling her presence. He was finding it difficult to come up with a name.

"What?" Y/N asked with an innocent face.

"Don't put that crap in front of me grandma."

"...I told you to stop calling me that." Y/N smacked his shoulder lightly.

Bakugou didn't react to it and got up to present his hero name, King Explosion Murder, which amused Y/N and she hid her face, trying not to laugh out loud. He was told to change it but once again, he just changed the word King to Lord.

Aizawa got out from his sleeping bag, and rearranged the forms saying, "Now that everyone has decided on their hero names, we can go back to talk about your upcoming internships. That will last for one week. As for who you'll be working with, those of you are mentioned on board and got offers will get to choose from them. Everyone else will have a different list. You've a lot to think about. There are around 48 agencies around the country who've agreed to take on interns from your class. Each agency has a different specialty that it's heroes focus on, keep that in mind. So think carefully and turn in your choices before the weekend. You're dismissed."

After putting much thought about what agency to join, she decided to take on the offer from the Aquamarine Agency near Tokyo Bay. She did some research and found out the kind of agency it was. Since Tokyo is a busy city, there are agencies that handle small parts of the city. And the biggest agency working to keep the waters of Tokyo Bay safe was this particular agency. Since it is a big city, there's also a few murders and deaths that the agency has to inform to the police. And often they have to fight villains to avoid such instances. The risk was high, but if Y/N wanted to put effort on controlling her quirk and learning about strength, offensive techniques as well as the defensive ones, she had to work here.

It wasn't so surprising for her to find that Bakugou joined the No.4 Hero Jeanist. She figured, he would join something that was top dog, something that dealt with more fights. Midoriya got one offer from someone and he wanted to join, because he trained All Might as well. Kyoka joined Death Arms Hero Agency and Todoroki joined Endeavor. She guessed it was Midoriya's influence that made him finally be able to handle stuffs about his father maturely. But the one that bugged her the most was Iida's choice of agency. She didn't know whether it was just a coincidence but she had every reason to doubt considering the location of the agency was Hosu City.

Maybe she was just overthinking, but Y/N felt something was going on with Iida. Midoriya and Ochaco told him to talk to them when everyone was at the station with their luggage, leaving for their internship. He replied with just a 'yes' and left.

His smile should've been enough to convince them, but it wasn't. His body language was screaming the exact opposite.

Chapter 22

SEASON - II

Ignite

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tags: @captncappuccino​

[heroinepose]

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Midoriya Izuku x Reader Word Count: 2,130  Warnings: I’m about to rot your teeth out with all this fluff, friends.

Falling in love with your classmate is hard enough when you’re not training to save the public -- or, you know, actively doing it. A hero’s life (even in training) is never easy. You’re more than worth the wait.

I participated in @bnhaclaimedmysoul​‘s springtime event, and after talking to my sweetheart of a match, @gabbygee928​, I decided this was the only springtime story that could ever come out of this (since the Japanese school year ends/begins in spring, after all). Surprise, friend! I hope you love this, and thanks for being patient with me as I live that essential employee life!

Izuku told himself, when he met you during your first year at U.A., that he could do it.

He didn’t know a thing about your exam score or your grades, but as far as he was concerned, you were so smart, and kind, and -- perhaps most important of all -- you never made him that nervous. The first time you’d spoken for any length of time, he’d turned the color of a ripe strawberry and stayed that way nearly the whole time, but you were game to answer as many of his questions about your Quirk as he could fire off. It was easy, then, for the shoulders he’d hunched in borderline terror (So close!, he’d thought at the time) to relax, for you two to become fast friends. It was as if somebody had turned on a light.

You were so determined to become a great hero, to make the most of your three years, that despite the burgeoning crush he’d developed in the spaces between the peculiar concentration of earth-shattering events that had marked your first year together he could never bring himself to say anything. To distract you. He knew how much it meant to him to become a hero, after all. He could never fault you, never wanted to be the reason you lost focus.

Izuku told himself with a single-minded clarity that it would just have to wait. It would be worth it.

So, he waited.

To his credit, he was every bit the caring and considerate friend he would have been whether he’d developed a crush on you or not (although it really only seemed to get worse with time; in fact your romantically-interested roles in the play that 2-A had put on in second year had very nearly broken him). You’d studied together, in groups and by yourselves, when either of you started struggling or when exams were coming up. He had the most vivid memory of sitting next to you in the common room one night, the smell of your shampoo heavy in your still-damp hair as you pored over your work-study options, trying to find the right fit. He’d mostly listened, then, helped you as a sounding board for weighing pros and cons and trying to find a way to set yourself up for success. In the end, you’d said that the decision had really been brought on by him -- how, he didn’t know, but the thought that you’d credited something so serious to his intervention made his face flush and his body burn hot.

For your part, although you didn’t know anything about your classmate’s gargantuan crush, you certainly held him in high regard. He was so good at more or less anticipating what you needed or understanding how to help you that it made you feel … well, loved, even if just platonically. Izuku was probably the most analytical person you knew, so it just seemed natural at first that he knew you best. He probably knew most people best. It felt right to try to keep up with his level of enthusiasm, and for the most part, it was challenging, but doable. You didn’t know about One For All, of course, but you were there as he grew with it, made it his own, without ever really having the full context for his unbridled joy with each milestone he hit. Every achievement, every new step, every contagious, megawatt smile had made your heart lurch, and that was when you realized it. 

You loved Midoriya Izuku a little more than platonically.

But, you’d rationalized, if he’d felt the same way he surely would have said something. He was just sweet to just about everyone, always trying to be a good friend and be helpful. He was probably just treating you the way he would treat anyone who would let him, and as much as that hurt, you reasoned it couldn’t be helped. Not all love was requited, after all, and you didn’t want to make things weird.

You had a job offer six weeks into third year. It was contingent, of course, on your successful completion of U.A.’s Hero Course and obtaining your license within a certain period, but that all just seemed like static as you flew down the stairs two at a time to tell anyone and everyone within earshot. Mina had been the first to intercept you, commotion kicking up in an instant because you’d started yelling, and then she’d started yelling, and then Bakugo had started yelling because the two of you were yelling and getting on his nerves. Izuku had stuck his head around the corner long enough for you to notice, and you beelined for him without really thinking.

“They want me! Izuku, they want to keep me on as a sidekick!” His face was blank for a long moment, trying to keep up with the commotion before splitting into the biggest grin you’d seen on him yet. Your heart swelled, and before you could stop yourself, you’d thrown your arms around him, laughing. Izuku froze for a moment, suddenly aware of the number of eyes in the room, before you spoke again. “Thank you for helping me so much. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Slowly, carefully, he lifted his arms and squeezed back. It was brief, but full of feeling -- at least, he hoped. “You did all the hard stuff,” he managed, patting your back as you pulled away from him. “They would have been crazy not to give you an offer!”

The way your face was lit up with excitement, turning to show Kaminari and Sero the e-mail you’d received and chattering animatedly with Uraraka over their shoulders as she suggested celebrating … his heart almost couldn’t take it. That’s when he decided: this would be the year. He’d have to focus on getting in with an agency of his own, sure. Exams would be harder than ever. There were licensure exams to take, too, but by graduation, all of that would be behind you both. Graduation … he’d tell you then, for sure.

Of course, by the time graduation actually rolls around, he’s just about psyched himself out of saying anything at all. Your agencies aren’t forever away from one another, but what if it’s too complicated? What if you say no anyway, because you want to focus on getting started? Maybe he should wait, just one more year couldn’t --

It almost doesn’t matter, as mobbed as you both are all day. He catches your eyes across the courtyard more than once, but either he or you are awash in a sea of friends, underclassmen and classmates with well-wishes and flowers and requests to stay in touch. (He really has no idea how you’re carrying all of the bouquets, but it’s endearing.) The sun is low in the sky before he finally catches up to you, the near-empty courtyard bathed in yellow-orange light that makes the blossoms on the trees lining U.A.’s long path look almost red. He’s calling your name and taking off at a run before he really knows what he’s doing, the way he always has when it really matters. You stop in your tracks, looking over your shoulder just in time for him to put on the brakes and come to a stop near you. 

“Don’t -- don’t go anywhere just yet,” he pants, as if he doesn’t do this literally all the time. “There’s something I have to say. I-If I don’t tell you now I don’t think I’m ever going to get to tell you.” It’s quite the statement, to be sure, and you can’t help but be a little confused.

“Izuku,” you laugh, turning to look at him fully as he catches his breath. Despite the fact that he’d grown taller, filled out, managed to look just that little bit tougher over the last three years, for some reason you still saw him as the wide-eyed boy who spoke to you that first week and had suddenly decoded everything about your Quirk. “It’s not like I’m dying, I’m still going to be around. You can still text me, and we can still meet up if --”

“Please,” he says again, and it’s with such conviction that it stops you dead. A sort of warmth blooms in your chest, mouth full of cotton and anticipation. Something in you seems to know what’s coming before he says it: “I like you. I’ve always liked you.”

The tiny what that leaves your mouth doesn’t deter him in the least; it wouldn’t be Izuku if it did. “When we met in first year, you were always so on top of things, you worked so hard … I-I didn’t want to distract you. I thought it’d be unfair to do that to you, as much as you talked about your plans and what you wanted to do. Of course then things started getting out of hand and it was pretty easy to act like nothing was wrong, but I always -- I always thought of you as more than a friend. I kept thinking it’d be okay, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” His chest is heaving as if he’s run a marathon, heart slamming against his ribcage. Briefly, he thinks he’d rather be fighting a villain than waiting for your answer, but the chime of the school’s clock signaling the late afternoon hour is all he gets for a long moment. It’s … worrisome.

It strikes you suddenly that you feel like crying. Not because you’re upset -- far from it -- but as the tears start to burn at the edges of your eyelids, you can see the worry bleeding into his face about it, and you wave the hand not holding your bag somewhat frantically to try to get him to stop. The smile you give him is only a little bit watery, a laugh bubbling from the tightness in your throat. He starts to explain in his typical Izuku way, rapid-fire and almost too low to hear, that you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but you cut him off.

“All this time, here I was waiting for you when we could have been together all this time.”

He feels like his heart stops so abruptly he might pass out. He might, actually, pass out. “What?” It’s almost as small as yours had been, and he would be more embarrassed if he wasn’t so shocked.

“Do you just not have eyes?” His face flushes, eyes comically wide, and you can’t help the smile that spreads slow across your face. “Of course I like you too. I thought I couldn’t have been more obvious.”

Izuku is relatively certain he’s kicked the habit of bursting into a torrent of tears when he’s overwhelmed by then, but for a moment, he feels like it might make a comeback. You’re trying to keep yourself composed, laughing at the dumbfounded expression on his face when you feel his arms lock around you and drop your bag full of bouquets and gifts in shock. Your feet aren’t even on the ground anymore -- he’s strong enough after all this time to lift you with ease, you think idly, before your arms are around his neck and he’s burying his face in your shoulder like the scent of your fabric softener is the only thing he needs to breathe for the rest of his life. 

It may very well be. He spins you once, laughing into your blazer as you squeal in delight and squeeze him for security before setting you back on your feet, keeping hold of you until he knows you have your balance. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

“Izuku, you just told me it was three years. If you tell me you’ve been stalking me since middle school, we’re going to have to have a conversation.” Izuku chokes, and you laugh, pulling your hands from his shoulders and straightening yourself out a little where you became disheveled in his grip. For a few moments, you just enjoy each other’s presence, and the fading light reflected in the panes of glass on the facade of the school that brought you together. It’s quite something, now that you think of it, leaving it behind. 

“I wish I wasn’t leaving today,” you breathe, suddenly aware that you’ll be separated by more than a couple of floors for the first time in years. It seems too far -- maybe it’s always seemed too far, although you know you won’t be out of reach, necessarily. What’s a couple of trains between lovers?

You feel Izuku’s hands cupping your jaw, and for a moment, you think he’ll kiss you. If he wanted to, he could, but the nervous energy buzzing under his skin is telling him not yet, not just now. Soon, though. Instead, he smiles, bright as ever. It’s like daylight has come out again. “Let me walk you to the train,” he offers, and you smile back, heart full to bursting in your chest as he lowers a hand to take yours, lace your fingers together. You move to pick up your bag, but he beats you to it, hoisting it over his shoulder and grinning at you the way he always has.

He kisses you goodbye on the platform instead, chaste and sweet, texting you to make plans before you’ve even made it to your stop. You catch your own smile in the window of the train, and you wonder how you ever missed that he felt the same, already looking up activities halfway between your agencies.

[mottephobia-imagines]

Hi again. Can I get TodoBaku head-canons on them with an adopted daughter their co parenting and all that jazz?

Sure! ☺️ they’re going to be Pro-heroes in this one

Brace yourself, this is gonna be a long one-

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TodoBaku Adopts a Child

Uh, they didn’t mean to

At this point, Todoroki and Bakugo are friends with benefits- they really don’t have a relationship as a priority due to their extensive amount of hero work, and really only use each other as stress outlets lmao

It doesn’t help though that they’re in the same agency and usually work together

Speaking of, they were patrolling together one night and they stumbled across some gang members in an alley way causing a ruckus

Of course they try to see what the racket’s all about and try to stop them

Todoroki set up a wall of ice in order to prevent the thugs from escaping, and while he traps them with ice he notices something in the corner of his eye

Two figures; one lying down and seemingly unresponsive to the smaller figure trying to shake them awake, their shoulders trembling with sobs

It takes him a moment to realize that that’s a child, trying to wake their parent up

Quickly assessing the situation with the thugs, he sees that Bakugo’s handling them just fine, and thus leaves to check on the two

Upon further inspection, the mother lying on the ground had a stab wound on her torso while her daughter cried in her pool of blood, screaming for her to wake up

Todoroki gently nudges the little girl and kneels down to her height, asking her if she’s okay or not

The little girl just gives him this heartbroken face, with hot tears streaming down her already soot-covered face; it makes his heart ache a little

He then takes notice of what she was wearing- a large, dirty, and tattered shirt with no visible footwear

The more he looks at the kid, the more his feels rage and sadness for her

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll get you and your mom to the hospital. You’ll be safe.” He doesn’t believe his own words, the mother isn’t responsive and it’s likely she isn’t alive anymore

But he can still save the little girl

Todoroki ushers her into his arms as he calls for an ambulance and backup, noticing that Bakugo has already taken down all of the 10 or so thugs

“Oi, half and half! The hell do you think you’re- doing...” his rough voice falters as he takes in the gruesome scene of the mother and a child covered in, presumably, her blood

“What the fuck? What happened?”

“I don’t know, but it looks like they stabbed the mother and attempted to rob them.” “Did you call for backup dumbass?!” “Of course I did, I’m not that stupid.”

A slight banter occurs, but Todoroki tells Bakugo to at least be hushed about it, gesturing to the child currently sobbing into his shirt

The ambulance and police arrive, the thugs are arrested, and the ambulance quickly rushes the two to the hospital

Since the child isn’t willing to let go of Todoroki, he’s pretty much forced to ride in the ambulance with them

Bakugo, on the other hand, whether it be concern for the child, Todoroki, or both, follows along in a cop car (not arrested but like riding with a cop)

Unfortunately, the mother passed- they had gotten to her too late

The child, however, received no major injuries besides cuts and bruises on the soles of her feet all the way up to her knees, and it was evident she was homeless for a while

They had to pry her out of Todoroki’s arms just so they could examine her, and once they were done she made a b-line towards him and hugged him again

At this point Todoroki isn’t sure how to deal with the situation-

He hushes the little girl, whispering reassurance to her; she wasn’t crying anymore, which was a relief

Head buried in his chest, he heard the small, muffled voice of the child for the first time

“T-Thank you, mister hero...”

He smiles a little and looks down at her, her big eyes puffy and red

“It’s okay, little one. You’re safe now.”

From afar, Bakugo watched the sweet scene unfold, his face showing indifference yet his body somehow feels warm at the sight

“Tch. Half and half.” He grumbles, turning away from the scene and texting Todoroki that he’ll be at the agency sorting papers (although maybe it was just a distraction to rid him of that sickly feeling)

Soon enough, the little girl had fallen asleep in Todorki’s arms, and while he conversed with police he insisted on taking her home (“Its not like she’s gonna let go of me anytime soon, so might as well save some hassle and let her stay with me for a few days.”)

It’s only after he’s gotten back to his apartment and tucked the girl into his guest bed did he realize what he’d done

Oops, he basically temporarily adopted this kid

He isn’t mad at all, though; he’s kinda glad that they didn’t just take her and put her in the orphanage or a foster home- they were kinda really shitty places for children to be in (most of the time)

Then again, Todoroki is a stranger to her- that’s also pretty dangerous

When she wakes up the next morning, Todoroki greets her with a bowl of warm soba (really the only thing he knows how to cook lmao)

She’s shy at first, and doesn’t really talk much; though it’s apparent from her appetite that she hadn’t eaten for a long time

She finished her soba in less than half the time Todoroki finishes his, and low key he’s kinda impressed

He spends the earlier half of the day questioning her about who she is, what happened, her situation, and why it happened- although, he tried to make it sound as gentle as possible

Apparently, her and her mother had been homeless for a time and the gang just started attacking them out of nowhere; probably to steal what little money they had

Todoroki felt pity for the child- she was only what, 6 or 7 at the most?

Anyway, as lunch time rolled around Todoroki’s apartment door slammed open to reveal a slightly annoyed Bakugo

“You can’t just keep a goddamn child you saw on the street like that dumbass,” as soon as he onto the tatami floors, Bakugo ripped into the two-toned haired man, “And you can’t even properly feed them for fucks sake! Kids can’t eat soba all fucking day!”

Yeah, Todoroki was making them soba again

Bakugo shoved ushered Todoroki out of the kitchen and decided to cook a meal for all three, much to the confusion of both

Todoroki told him to shut his trap around the kid and Bakugo responded in kind, and yet again banter ensued- they made sure to leave out innuendos and most swear words tho

Somewhere in the middle of their banter, a small giggle could be heard from the little girl, making both stop for a second

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt..” she trailed, shutting her mouth and looking down apologetically

Oh boy, child has trauma-

Todoroki assures her that it’s okay and Bakugo goes back to cooking, and soon there’s a 5-course meal ready on the small table

It was silent until Bakugo actually took notice to the kid in the corner of his eye and almost choked when he saw what she was wearing

“DUMBASS WHY THE HELL IS SHE WEARING RAGS?! WHY DIDN’T YOU BUY HER SLME FUCKING CLOTHES?!”

“Stop swearing. I had that covered until you showed up.”

Thus, after lunch, Bakugo dragged both of them to the mall, grumbling the whole time and picking up only the best outfits for the little girl, and paying using Endeavor’s Todoroki’s card

Bakugo stayed at Todoroki’s apartment just so he can make sure Todoroki doesn’t feed her any more soba, and cooks one last time before he leaves

The little girl asks who the ‘big teddy bear man’ was, and it took all of Todoroki’s strength not to burst out laughing

“He’s a good friend of mine. He might be a bit rough, but he’s surprisingly sweet when you get to know him.”

From that night on, Bakugo visited everyday, under the pretense of ‘making sure the kid doesn’t die in that stupid oreo’s house’

Eventually he kinda just, lives there lmao; he has a bag of his stuff in the guest room where he sleeps, and spends multiple nights there

There’s another guest room belonging to the kid, who’s now officially pretty much Todoroki’s daughter lmao

Actually, sometimes Bakugo goes into Todoroki’s room and does the yknow with him, but also just talks to him (they’ve turned domestic smh)

The girl absolutely adores Todoroki, but takes a little while to warm up to Bakugo

Is the only one that can get away with calling him a big teddy bear actually lmao

She likes to braid Todoroki’s long hair (she thinks it’s really pretty)

Eventually the media catches up on this domestic debacle, and headlines are everywhere

“Pro Heroes Shoto and Ground Zero spotted leaving an apartment together with a child, could it be an adoption?”

“Relationship brewing between Shoto and Ground Zero after adoption?”

Word eventually gets around to friends and family, and one day Todoroki opens his door to find most of class 1A and his siblings

“...” “You know Bakugo’s here too right-“

Psh, they don’t care

Deku and Fuyumi are first to find the little girl behind the couch, a little scared from the loud strangers

She immediately warms up to them however, and stars calling Deku uncle in a matter or moments

Then there’s a Bakusquad, who’s she’s the most afraid of lmao

It’s not until she gets piggy back rides from Kirishima and plays along with Sero and Denki that she starts becoming less scared

Mina’s her favorite; they play dress up and do each other’s hair and nails, with the help of Uraraka and Tsuyu of course

Iida’s lecturing Todoroki on the importance of taking care of a child and how it’s a huge responsibility that shouldn’t be taken lightly and blah blah

Meanwhile Natsuo’s laughing while patting Todoroki’s back, congratulating him and jesting at the purple marks on his neck

It’s not long before Bakugo wakes up from all the ruckus

“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKERS DOING IN MY HOUSE?!”

“Our apartment, Katsuki.”

Hilarity ensues while a half-asleep Bakugo tries to protect his daughter and scare off the rest (it’s not working lmao)

They all (whether they like it or not) become designated babysitters for the little girl

Mostly Deku and Fuyumi though

God forbid anyone bullies this child lmao hell hath no wrath like a Bakugo scorned

If she wants to become a hero, Bakugo’s 100% supportive but Todoroki initially doesn’t want her to go through the training he went through as a kid, but eventually accepts her decision on the condition that her training isn’t as harsh

By the time she’s ready for high school, she’s already so much smarter than her classmates and has a really good grip on her quirk

Bakugo would totally help her set up fashion shows for her to show Todoroki (Bakugo has a sense of style idc what’s canon)

Todoroki would teach her some of the languages he knows (Highkey headcanon Todoroki as a polyglot)

She either becomes like Bakugo or Todoroki, there is no in between

Is probably very very smart, knows multiple languages and reads a lot

Might learn and instrument from Bakugo or Aunt Jirou

Becomes really close with Rei and the Todoroki side of the family

Gets spoiled by Mistuki a lot (clothes, toys, books- you name it)

Unrelated but if she wasn’t a hero, I’d totally see her being a band kid or theatre kid in school and a model/actress when she grows up

While raising her, Todoroki and Bakugo become more than just fuck buddies; they become closer to each other and eventually become each other’s rock

It takes a while for them to consider being officially labeled, but since they already act like a married couple anyways it won’t make a difference

All in all, very very chaotic but still a pretty loving and amazing little family

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I should just write a fanfic lmao

I hope this was what you wanted! And I hope this wasn’t too OOC 😅

[bnhablessings]

Love

KiriBaku is the 2nd ship that had won and is meant to be my 200 follower special! This one-shot is supposed to be comedy-fluff (there’s like barely any comedy lol) but I ended up putting a smidge of angst oops Anyway, I want to say thank you to everyone who has followed me! I had said before that I tend to be inactive during the holidays because of sad personal reasons so I am surprised that I managed to even hit the 200 mark in such a short time so thank you. You all mean the world to me. <3 I am a total sap

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings: None (Fluff and a smidge of angst for days), Bakugou gets really soft for a hot sec and I don’t regret it

Words: 1,692

“Sorry.”

The word was grunted out and took Kirishima, who is sat on the floor, by surprise. His head snaps up to the bed to see a sleepy Bakugou already staring down at him. The red-head glances towards the clock to see it’s almost midnight, on a school night, so he’s even more taken back. Bakugou never apologizes, so Bakugou doing so, late at night worries the red-head to no ends.

Kirishima pauses the muted game and places the controller on the floor beside him. He is quick to take a spot on the bed beside Bakugou.

“Why are you apologizing?” Kirishima questions, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

The permanent glare that would usually be on Bakugou’s face is non-existent. Instead, an almost sorrowful look is on his face. His eyes waver as he stares at Kirishima. Silence fills the air as Kirishima waits patiently taking the other’s hand gently.

It takes a while before Bakugou speaks. “Well, you wanted to go to that movie this weekend, didn’t you?” Bakugou questions his gaze suddenly narrowing down at the red-head.

The rest of the question is heard through the silence. Bakugou wanted to add ‘With me?’

It hit Kirishima and he forces a smile on his face as his heart begins to ache. He squeezes Bakugou’s hand and answers, “Well yeah but I told you before it is fine since the others are tagging along. You can take however long you need before we come out to the class.”

Silence once again befalls between the two males. It’s been a full month since they’ve been officially dating in secret. A full month of Kirishima pretending that they are just best bros for Bakugou’s sake. Bakugou doesn’t really care who knows now but he wished it to be a secret because he is one for privacy. That and he really wanted to be sure of his feelings for Kirishima. It is his first relationship and one he never dreamed of having.

Now that he is sure of his feelings, he has surprisingly become gentle around Kirishima. Of course, that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the Bakusquad. They already figured out the two were dating but have said nothing out of respect (besides the slight teasing because it’s the Bakusquad).

“Babe, go back to sleep,” Kirishima murmurs as the forced smile turns into a gentle one upon seeing Bakugou’s tiredness.

Bakugou says in a mumble, “Get the fuck over here.”

Kirishima’s smile lights up the room at that demand. The video game is long forgotten as he cuddles into Bakugou and the two sleep rather soundly.

~*~

The school day went by as normal. Bakugou is already headed for the dorms with the squad in tow. They make it halfway when the squad is stopped by the Dekusquad. All of them ignore the agitated Pomeranian as Uraraka starts the conversation between all of them.

“Sorry to bother you but we were wondering if you would like to accompany us to the arcade? Todoroki has never gone and Iida doesn’t quite understand the gist of it so I figured if we invited you all along you can show them how it’s done!” Uraraka says explaining their situation.

Kirishima immediately lights up at this and answers for himself, “I’ll tag along! That sounds fun!”

A lightbulb seems to turn on in Ashido’s, Sero’s, Kaminari’s, and Jirou’s head. Ashido acts fast as she links arms with Kirishima.

“Yes! We’ll join! I know Kirishima is the manliest here to show you how to be a true gamer!” Ashido says too happily.

Kaminari laughs as he asks Bakugou, “Are you coming with us? You should follow Kirishima’s example-“

“Shut the fuck up. Are we going or not?” Bakugou says with a growl.

~*~

“Whoa, what are you guys doing here?” Kaminari asks.

Hagakure, Shoji, and Mineta are at the arcade as well. Hagakure is the one to answer as she says loudly and cheerfully, “I begged Shoji to come since Tsuyu said you all were coming!”

“I overheard that a few of our lady-friends would be here,” Mineta answers.

Ashido is the one that hits him before proceeding with a plan to ensure that everyone has the most fun. It works for everyone there but Bakugou. He remains a bit away from Kirishima at all times. He’s heavily annoyed that the others are getting close to him but for some reason, it feels like he’s watching Kirishima at one of his brightest moments.

The way his lips move to form a smile or how he encourages others to try the best. It warms his heart. Though he is even more annoyed that his attention is on others than him but it’s understandable considering the situation.

“Kaachan-“

Midoriya stops upon receiving the harshest glare from Bakugou. However, Midoriya’s voice was loud enough to gather the attention of Todoroki, Asui, and Ashido.

Todoroki glares at Bakugou as he asks, “What is it Midoriya?”

“Ah- I didn’t want to make Kaachan mad but I was wondering… Do you like Kirishima?”

The question made him freeze. He didn’t know how to respond and it didn’t help that to him, fucking Deku, was the one asking. With a loud ‘tch’ he leaves the arcade without a word. A few minutes pass as Midoriya wonders if he should go after him.

“What made you ask that?” Todoroki questions with curiosity now that the aggressive male is gone.

Midoriya frowns a bit before he responds, “I was just observing everyone and when I saw Bakugou I noticed the way he was looking at Kiri.”

“What about me? Oh, where did Bakubro go?” Kirishima asks as the others show up in tow.

“He um left.” Deku is awkward about not wanting to bring up what drove him away.

Todoroki is ruthless as he doesn’t hold back the information and says, “Midoriya asked him if he likes you.”

“I don’t think Bakugou is capable of feelings of love. Besides, he’s too focused on becoming the Number 1 Pro Hero,” Tsuyu says full of thought.

The painful ache in Kiri grows. It’s almost unbearable as he tries to laugh it off. The poor boy desperately wants to defend his boyfriend but is unable to. If Bakugou really left at that, then there is no way he is near ready to come out to the class.

“Well, this would be a wonderful time to head back to the dorms in order to make it in a timely manner for dinner!” Iida states.

Ashido is the first to speak from the Bakusquad and says, “You guys go ahead. I actually wanted to get a game in with Kiri.”

Midoriya is the only one who gives Kirishima a concerned look from sensing something else. The others bid the Bakusquad goodbye and Midoriya follows behind a bit reluctant.

“Dude, you okay?” Kaminari questions.

He and Sero put a hand on each of Kirishima’s shoulders. Ashido is peering up at the confused boy who is trying desperately to act like everything is fine. Upon seeing his face, she wants to let out a small inhuman cry because there are tears threatening to pour from his eyes.

“I’m about to go kill hi-“

The arcade door slams open and Bakugou walks. His cheeks are a slight red hue and he is blowing into his hands. His eyes scan the arcade only to stop on the group. He takes large strides to them before boldly reaching for Kirishima’s hand.

“Fuck it’s so damn cold outside.”

Indeed, his words ring true as Bakugou’s cold hand makes Kirishima flinch. His mind turns blank as he realizes that Bakugou is actually holding is hand, in front of their friends, and in public.

“Let’s get out of here before it gets more fucking cold and dark. You- damn extras, find a different route,” Bakugou says as a demand.

He pulls a confused but now happy Kirishima out of the arcade and the two start their slow walk back to campus. Their hands don’t part for a single second. However, their walking speed comes to a halt when Kirishima admits something.

“I’m surprised you came back for me,” He says.

His voice is slightly shaky, forcing Bakugou to tense. Bakugou lets out a heavy sigh as he squeezes Kirishima’s hand.

“I never left. I waited outside until fucking Deku and those extras left.”

It’s silent between the two for a moment until Kirishima says, “I know it’s unmanly of me but you had me worried there for a second. When I heard you left I thought you were, I don’t know, ashamed of others even thinking we’re together.”

When more silence follows, Kirishima gets a bit nervous. He lets out a forced chuckle but before he can even utter a word out or make a joke of it, Bakugou wraps his arms around him. The sudden embrace makes all train of thought leave and Kirishima slowly but snugly returns the hug.

“Never, Dumbass. I love you.”

The way Bakugou says this is sort of choked. It shows how emotionally stumped he is from how much energy it took to say it but also proves that he meant it in full. That is all Kirishima needs to know that the love they have is real. That Bakugou is ready to come out to the class and Kirishima couldn’t be happier.

Bonus scene:

“PFFT What do your shirts say?!” Sero asks with a big smile on his face.

Ashido and Kaminari are already howling with laughter. Most of the class that had decided to go to the movies with the Bakusquad watch with amusement and awe. Bakugou growls like a vicious animal as his hold on Kirishima tightens.

“You can fucking read, can’t you?”

Indeed, everyone there reads the shirts in their head once more. Bakugou’s shirt says “I’m With Stupid” while Kirishima’s shirt says “Guess I’m Stupid”. Somehow, Kirishima had managed to get Bakugou to wear this since he agreed to go to the movies last minute.

The condition?

Kirishima wears the “Guess I’m Stupid” shirt and then they will burn the shirts after the movie is over. Love at its finest.

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 039 [Hero Informatics]

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〈“Every single day I feel that gold underneath. I see the locked doors but I got the key. I’mma give you a second just to catch your breath.” Zayde Wolf, “Gladiator”〉

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My eyes blinked open, vision blurry as I reached for my phone in the darkness. Three in the damn morning… what the fuck woke me up? I reached up to rub at my eyes, feeling something wet against my fingers. Was I crying? Maybe I had a bad dream and that’s what woke me up… but I certainly don’t remember having a nightmare. Whatever.

I rolled over as I yawned loudly, easily slipping back into unconsciousness.

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The morning sky was covered with dark gray clouds, rain soaking the earth below. Despite the rough morning I had, feeling the cold rain soaking through my uniform felt absolutely amazing, easily putting a smile on my face. It’s weird as fuck since my quirk deals with fire, but I’ve always felt peace when it rains. As a child, I would literally drop everything I was doing when it started to rain so I could just sit outside and watch it fall. To me, the rain signifies new beginnings, washing away the sins of the past.

“Excuse me.”

And then a fucking human being has to come and ruin that peace. I sighed deeply, turning halfway around to see a beanpole of a boy with dark brown hair and matching eyes. “What?”

“You’re… Jen Winchester, right?”

Goddamn sports festival, now everyone and their fucking pet knows who the fuck I am. A bead of sweat dripped down my cheek. Or maybe it was a drop of rain, who knows. “Depends who’s askin’.”

He grinned brightly, adjusting the umbrella handle that sat against his shoulder. “I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. We haven’t actually met – my name’s Yuki Reigen.”

I looked at his outstretched hand with narrowed eyes. That name sounds familiar as fuck but my mind is completely blank, though that’s nothing new. If it ain’t tacos, Deadpool, or cats, I have no spare brain space.

He laughed awkwardly, pulling his hand away. “I looked different when you saw me… my hair was blonde and I was wearing blue contacts. You helped my little brother, Riku.”

“Ah!” Recognition flooded my mind and probably my face. “He’s fucking lucky I caught him when he jumped from the stands. He coulda been seriously fucking hurt, bro.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, he can be a handful.”

I raised a brow, putting my hand on my hip. “You’re the one that was too fucking distracted by a woman to notice that he had slipped away. Be a better brother before you lose your chance.”

He sweatdropped. “You don’t pull any punches, huh. Anyway, I was hoping to catch you so I could thank you.”

“For what?”

“Riku has always been… a troubled kid. Our dad is a pro hero – not a very good one, but a hero. When mom got pregnant with Riku, dad wasn’t doing too hot money-wise and then he started drinking. He blamed all of his failures on Riku, which is completely baseless.” He shook his head, brow furrowed as he recalled the memory. “I don’t know how, but Riku remembers all the horrible things dad said to him before he left us, so he’s always acted out – getting into trouble, skipping school, picking fights. His eyes were on you from the moment you took down that giant robot. I haven’t seen him that excited in a long time, you know. It’s really small, barely noticeable, but… he’s starting to change and I fully believe it’s because of you. So, thank you, Jen Winchester.” He bowed low, his back becoming wet from the rain.

I smiled, patting his shoulder to make him straighten up. “He’s a pretty good kid. Take care of him, yeah?”

“I’ll work hard to be a better brother!” He smiled, but it quickly dropped when my hand squeezed his shoulder.

“You better, because if you don’t, I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it, ‘kay?” I smiled brightly, patting his shoulder again.

“Y-Yeah… sure…!”

We parted ways and I continued on toward U.A. high, stifling a yawn as I readjusted my bag across my shoulder. I stepped through the archway of the school and the rain suddenly stopped, making me pause. The fuck? Is there a fucking bubble around the school or somethin’? I glanced up, seeing a transparent umbrella over my head.

Reggian appeared on my right with a grin. “Hey, there Winchester. You’re looking kinda we – holy shitbricks, what happened to your face?!”

I scowled, gently poking at the swollen skin under my right eye. “Aizawa’s fucking cat attacked me while I was fucking sleeping this morning.

“Wait, you live with a teacher?” He wiggled his brows. “Scandalous.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s a family friend, dumbass. I’m helping him out while he’s injured.”

We continued toward the school building and he hummed. “Did you at least clean and disinfect the wound?”

“I mean, I washed the blood off.” I rubbed my right eye, which is red and still fucking stinging. “I also got toothpaste in my eye.”

“Bitch, how the fuck?!”

“I have no fucking idea… stop laughing, you twat!”

He covered his mouth, clutching the frame of the entrance as his shoulders shook with laughter. “Y-Y-You’re a mess!!”

“Yeah, no shit.” I rolled my eyes before activating my quirk. My body started to heat up, effectively drying my uniform, but his damn laughter fucking distracted me and once my concentration slipped, my damn tie caught on fire. “Fuck,” I scowled, putting the flames out and throwing my burnt tie into the trash bin.

Reggian laughed harder, slapping the footlockers with his hand and earning strange looks from the passing students.

“You’re such a loser,” I muttered, pulling my boots off and changing them for the ugly ass white ones to school makes us wear indoors.

“And you’re a nerd!”

“Your fucking face is a nerd.”

“Your twat is a nerd.”

We stared at each other blankly for a solid two minutes before bursting out laughing, earning even more looks from the passing students. Iida came rushing through the doorway with Zuku close behind and he smiled at me, making me raise a brow. “Good morning, Winchester! Where is your tie? And what happened to your face?”

“She set it on fire,” Reggian managed through fits of giggles, his hand over his mouth. “And angered the cat gods!”

“I see. Please be more careful!” He smiled before turning to the ravenette. “Sorry, I don’t know your name. I’m Tenya Iida, class 1-A’s class rep.”

My brow furrowed in confusion and I glanced at Zuku, who was shaking the water from his umbrella. The last time I saw Iida, he was adamant that I don’t belong here and that I’m connected to the League of Villains, and now he’s treating me like I’m a friend? The fuck?

“Regina Reggian, but please call me Red. I’m from class C.”

“Ah, general studies, I see. It’s nice to meet you!” Iida held his hand out and the two shook hands before he turned to his locked, taking his rain boots off. Reggian sent me this weird-ass wave that looked like he dislocated his wrist before turning and walking away.

Zuku watched him for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “So, Iida, um…”

“If it’s about my brother, don’t be concerned. I’m sorry if I made you worry.” Iida smiled, pushing back the hood of his raincoat. “Everything will be fine.” And then he walked away.

Zuku turned to me with a frown, his brow furrowed in concern. “I’m really worried about him, Jen.”

I hummed, throwing my arm around his shoulder in a half-hug. “Just be there for ’em, but don’t push. If he needs help, I’m sure he’ll let you know.”

“I hope so…”

“Come on, we don’t wanna be later.” I ruffled his hair before walking toward class with him close behind. As always, excited chatter greeted us as soon as the door was slid open. Honestly, the day I walk into this room and it’s silent is legit gonna be the first day of the apocalypse, I’m callin’ it.

“It’s so weird that people recognize us from TV.” Ashido chirped happily. “Everyone wanted to talk to me on my way here!”

“Yeah, me too!” Kirishima grinned.

“People on the street were staring at me!” Toru added, her invisible hand resting over her chest. “It was kind of embarrassing,”

“Sure, but isn’t that pretty normal for you?” Ojirou asked softly, sweatdroppng.

Pft, I was just gonna fucking say that. I mean, if I fucking saw a pair of floating clothes going down the street, I’d fucking stare, too, thinking the fucking life fibers were invading. Oh god, and then Nudist Beach would arrive. Just the thought makes me shudder.

“You won’t believe what a bunch of elementary school brats yelled at me,” Sero complained with an expression that clearly said he was shook.

“‘Nice try’?” Tsu guessed and he cried out, grabbing his hair between his fingers. Guess she hit the nail on the head, huh.

I tuned out the chatter, following Zuku to his desk behind a certain blonde. Katsuki was sitting in his desk with his chin resting against the heel of his right hand, clearly still sulking about the festival. I grinned, “Yo, Katsuki. You look constipated, as usual.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, glancing at me. “You look like someone bitch-slapped you. Twice.”

“I got bitch-slapped by Aizawa’s damn cat,” I deadpanned.

“Dumbass.”

“You still mad about me not making the top two?”

He was silent for a moment, turning his head away so I couldn’t see his face. “… Sparky said you defended me against that blonde extra from class B.”

I hummed. “I defended the whole class, you included.”

Another moment of silence before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t fucking do that again. I don’t need your dumbass to defend me.”

I smiled, ruffling his ash blonde hair. “I’ll defend all of you ’til the day I die, so get it over it, brat.” I stepped off to the side, ruffling Zuku’s hair, as well, before heading to my seat behind Momo, who sent me a kind smile and a small wave as I passed. She half-turned in her seat, looking like she wanted to say something, but she turned back around when the door slid open.

Hmm, looks like Aizawa got his bandages off, that’s good. “Morning.”

“Good morning, Aizawa-sensei.” The class chorused as he stepped up to the podium at the front.

“Ribbit. Aizawa-sensei, you don’t have bandages anymore, that’s good news.”

He rubbed the skin under his eye with his pinkie. “The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment. Anyway, we have a big class today on hero informatics.”

Hero who in the what now? Fuck, I need my phone. Let’s see, pull up Goggle, type in whatever fucking shit he just said, and search… uhh, ‘the science of processing data for storage and retrieval’… fuck, can a girl get a definition for her definition??

“You need code names,” he said blankly. “Time to pick your hero identities.”

“This is gonna be totally awesome!!”

Aizawa activated his quirk, eyes glowing red as his hair shot up to slap gravity in the face. Seeing this, the class instantly went silent, reclaiming their seats. “This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together.”

His hair fell back around his shoulders as his quirk deactivated.

“Normally, students don’t have to worry about the draft yet, not until their second or third year, actually, but your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first-years like you, pros are essentially investing in your future potential. Any offers can be rescinded if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though.”

“Stupid selfish adults!” Mineta slammed his fist on his desk, body shaking.

“So what you’re saying is, we still have to prove ourselves after we get recruited,” Toru spoke up.

“Correct,” Aizawa continued. “Now, here are the totals for those of you that got offers.” He clicked a remote and the board behind him sprung to life.

“In the past years, it’s been more spread out, but there’s a pretty big gap this time.”

“Gah!” Kaminari threw his head back with a groan. “That’s no fair~”

“What about the real star, moi?” Aoyama huffed, cupping his cheeks with his hands.

“Todoroki got the most ahead of Bakugo?” Kyoka asked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s the opposite of how they placed in the festival,” Kirishima added.

“They probably weren’t excited about working with a guy who had to be chained up in the end,” Sero shrugged with a grin.

“If I scared a pro, they’re just weak!!” Katsuki yelled.

Momo sighed sadly before forcing a smile and turning to Todoroki. “That’s amazing. You must be proud.”

“These offers are probably because of my father.” He responded coldly, not sparing her a glance.

Ochaco had tears in her eyes as she grabbed Iida’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “People want us!”

Mineta reached forward, shaking Zuku. “Midoriya! You got none! I bet everyone was really grossed out by the crazy way you were fighting!”

I scowled, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his head. “Leave him alone, dipshit, you didn’t get any either. No one wants your perverted ass!”

“Despite these results,” Aizawa raised his voice, gaining everyone’s attention. “You’ll all be interning with pros, got it? Even though of you who didn’t get any offers.”

“Oh, so, we’re all interning?” Zuku asked in surprise.

“Yes. You already got to experience combat with real villains during the attack on the USJ facility, but it’ll still be helpful to see pros at work, up close and personal, in the field, first-hand.”

“And for that, we need hero names!”

“Things are suddenly getting a lot more fun!”

“These hero names will likely be temporary, but take them seriously or -”

The door slammed open. “You’ll have hell to pay later!” Midnight stepped into the classroom and the perv squad got stupid looks on their faces, staring at her intently. “What you pick today could be your codename for life. You’d better be careful or you’ll be stuck with something utterly indecent.”

I rolled my eyes. Does she have to sway her hips like that when she walks? Like, we get it, you have a nice fucking body and you’re proud, but at least have some decorum around your damn students, dumbass.

“Yeah, she’s got a good point.” Aizawa agreed, brow furrowing briefly. I wonder how he chose his name. Does he regret it? “Midnight is going to have final approval of your names. It’s not my forte.” He reached down, grabbing his yellow sleeping bag and stepping inside of it.

“Now wait a minute,” I scowled, leaning to the side to see around Momo. “It’s our names, why the fuck do they need to be approved? And by her, of all people. If she has her way, we’ll all have fucking lewd ass names.”

She pouted, cocking her hip and resting her wrist against it. “What kind of person do you take me for, Winchester?”

“You really want me to answer that?” I deadpanned. “Thot.”

Even though I muttered the last part under my breath, she heard me. A tic mark appeared on her temple and she launched at me, pulling me into a tight headlock. “What did you just call me, brat?!”

“Hah?! Are you going deaf, grandma?!” I struggled against her hold.

“I am not old!!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re fucking ancie – ow!!”

The class only sweatdropped as they watched us argue back and forth.

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Disabled Bakusquad AU Blind Denki HC

Okay, this one. This is the guy I had no idea what to give. Cause I wanted to do someone who was blind but I already did Bakugou and already had ideas for Mina and Kirishima. So I guess we are making Denki blind. Also if there is another squad/person you want me to write a ‘disabled AU’ for just let me know. Doesn’t have to be HC or BNHA. Anyways

Here are the other HC for disabled Bakusquad

DEAF CRIPPLED DEPRESSED MEMORY

Denki was fighting a villain. However, he was with the Bakusquad so it was assumed to be an easy fight

Until Mina got cornered 

Now Mina and Denki have a bond like Bakugou and Kirishima so in his panic to save her he used his quirk onto the max, nearly killing the villain, and instead of him frying his brain

He ended up frying his eye nerves (don’t @ me on the details go with it) 

Permanently 

When he woke up in the hospital he was freaking out because he couldn’t see

The doctor explained to him that, because of his electricity quirk, he ended up blinding himself

Denki knows he’s not the smartest guy around but now he truly believes he’s a fucking idiot 

While Denki isn’t like Kirishima he’s not one to get depressed. But having to see black every time he opened his eyes was hitting him hard 

Until Bakusquad rushed in, Mina literally flinging herself onto Denki

She almost broke his neck since he couldn’t see her and prepare himself for the bear hug of his life

“Denki! Are you okay?!” 

“Pinky! What kind of shitty question is that?!”

“Guys..give the man some space” 

Denki secretly thanks that their squad have such distinct personality’s and voices 

“Yeah, I’m doing...well as good as I can be” Denki just awkwardly shrugs before being pulled into another hug, more gentle, by Mina who was now sobbing into his shirt 

“I-I was so worried! If I was stronger you wouldn’t have had to save me! A-And now y-you’re-because of me you’re-you’re-”

 She couldn’t even finish her sentence so Denki just pulls her into a tighter hug giving a forced laugh

“It’s alright Mina. Something like this isn’t going to set me back from becoming a pro-hero so don’t worry about me” 

(here is where I spit ideas because I didn’t think of a plot beforehand)

Sero uses his quirk to try and help Denki get around when he can’t find his walking stick

Denki isn’t about to hold hands with someone so instead, he holds onto Sero’s tape

Because somehow that’s better?

Sero and Mina do “baby proof” Denki’s room and most of the dorms. No one minds of course because he’s just taping areas that Denki could harm himself. Wall corners? Not on my watch. Table legs? Not today bitch 

Kirishima is the happiest sun in the world and treats Denki as if he wasn’t blinded. Oh, you’re blind? Didn’t notice cause of how awesome you are 

Yes they are lame 

Nights, when Denki can’t control his thoughts and self-loathing, is when Bakugou comes in. He and Denki have a weird relationship

Yeah Bakugou thinks Denki is a fucking idiot but he does care for him

Mother. Hen. Bakugou

So when Denki ended up getting out of bed in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep and needed to distract himself

He tried to feel his way to the living room 

Bakugou is a light sleeper surprisingly and since Denki isn’t the quietest, Bakugou woke up 

He was gonna go back to sleep and cuss out the dude making so much noise in the middle of the night in the morning until he heard a voice that sounded like Denki’s

So he got up to check it out to see Denki leaning on the wall slowly making his way down the hallway about to fall down the stairs

“Oi! Pikachu the stairs!” 

They end up sitting on the couch in the living room and while Denki and Bakugou have a weird friendship

Denki just spills all his emotions

On how every time he opens his eyes all he sees is black. He won't be able to see his future girlfriend. He won’t be able to see his friends become pro-heroes. He won't be able to see anything anymore

All because of his quirk and his idiocy. He can't stand himself or his quirk anymore

Bakugou sits quietly listening to him before hitting him over the head before giving him an awkward pat on the shoulder

Yeah I think you're an idiot but you saved Mina and cared for her safety so much you blinded and nearly killed the villain so yeah you're fucking stupid but I can respect you

Denki totally doesn't cry when Bakugou tells him this

The support class do equip his hero outfit with things that could help him see